confused and searching for the right things to say
i still don't know why you left me this way
i'm like a picture with out it's frame
the corners burned and crumpled, not looking the same
i feel so lost without you
i don't know what to do
it's because of you i won't be the same
and i still feel caught in this cage
running away from the tension and the cold air
looking on as if i wasn't really there
i can see you smile as you yell at me through your hair
breaking me and saying you never cared
i can't really destroy what never existed
you loving me was only pretended
and i can't miss what i never had
but loving you again wouldn't be so bad
I like your rhyme scheme. And those were really nice metaphors and similes. I really understand how you feel. The last two lines were my favorite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My Grandma is a professional artist and my Grandfather is my Grandmothers framer...i just wrote a poem about my Grandfather being my Grandmothers frame... cool the connection of you referencing you being without a frame...your a painting...poetic...***this one shows that your not in love with the boy but the idea of being in love...