Release the anger; start the beating.
I was the canvas you chose to paint red.
Break into me,
& burn the stitches on my heart.
Rip this piece of rotting flesh,
& tear me all apart.
Raw, I bleed onto the floor,
did you ever think of more?
More than just yourself this time?
'Cause you know, you've crossed the line.
But now I found my angel.
The one that sings me to sleep,
He told me we're forever,
& I know he's mine to keep.
This is a beautiful analogy. I love reading your stuff. It's so deep without being over the top.
Holy Cannoli! ! ! ! ! This another deep one... How do you think these things man? !
Oh my...Melissa, this was intense! ! ! I love it...so much emotion and pain. I love it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
1. i love the intense-ness u make 2. ur so intense in ur writing and so strong! ! 3. i love how u bash on that kid (i wont speak his name) 4. your words are so so meaningful! ! 5. this is absolutely amazing 6. and ur angel is so so so lucky to have u in his life! 7. bleeding on the floor raw really got me and i love the strength of the words.