poet Brandon Chiles

Brandon Chiles

Dying Romantic

I'm lost everytime I look into those eyes.
And yet you never let me peer through your disguise.
You leave my heart in disarray.
Babe...I really don't want to play.
I don't know why we couldn't be...you cut me deep,
like a chainsaw to a tree.
So for all those girls out there with the wrong man,
here I stand.
A bleeding heart, and I feel its all for naught'.
So forget that we ever shared the same thought.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 20, 2006
Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 17, 2010

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  • Evaughn GrayEvaughn Gray (1/23/2008 3:29:00 PM)

    wow, i loved it..it's wonderful..and yes i do understand your pain and so many others...~hazel

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  • Catlin Crawford (8/3/2006 12:56:00 AM)

    I beautiful poem... I gave it a 10

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