Treasure Island

Benjamin Krouskop

(Aug 29,1988 / Bellefountaine)

Forsaken


You are the lie that bleeds me dry
And opened a wound that I couldn't deny
Was everything you said to me
Just a way for you to get past my sheild
That night that we shared is not a memory
Theres a scar on my heart that just wants to need
You shattered my heart like a bullet through glass
with the way you held me just by the hand
The words that you said can't be taken away
Forever and heartache are just time to end

Submitted: Monday, June 18, 2007
Edited: Sunday, March 13, 2011
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Forsaken by Benjamin Krouskop )

Enter the verification code :

  • Shamika Giles (10/16/2008 8:16:00 PM)

    I really enjoyed this poem I thought that it was very profound and it is very expressive... I like a lot of the poems that you write and i hope that you intend to write more! (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Lost Without A Cloud, Electric Lady
  2. Moon Landing Celebration, Ima Ryma
  3. DREAMS ARE LIKE WAVES, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  4. Friendship Miles, Littlewing28 Pani
  5. Eternal Wings of Love, Pintu Mahakul
  6. Lost, Yasin Engno
  7. THE PRETTY SUN, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  8. March against austerity, Bob Johnson
  9. To remain peaceful, hasmukh amathalal
  10. Broken, Yasin Engno

Poem of the Day

poet William Wordsworth

I

I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight:
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]