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[C]How many corners does a room have?
[C]Four in the one I'm trapped
[C]And in each of those dark corn](https://image.staticox.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fpm1.aminoapps.vertvonline.info%2F7680%2F86b0758e31bb07dc28e711da4a0990163dd85cf0r1-1080-408v2_hq.jpg)
How many corners does a room have?
Four in the one I'm trapped
And in each of those dark corners,
Is a soul waiting to emerge
From the Pacific that's ,drowning her
And drowning him.
In the mornings,
When she sits in that corner,
Pretending to be unfazed,
In her head she's chanting how she's; only different
Like a prayer
Like a prayer that would convince no one.
At night,
By the time her head hits her soft pillow ,
Face -first and she's drenching it with her tears
She is telling herself how she's only different.
This time ,it's not a prayer, not anymore.
Because now she a knows a curse when she sees one.
A thousand needlepoints
Are breaking into her skin
As she hears the metal clang inside her
In the rythm once the lub-dupp had been
There's no telling anyone,
she can only hide
Because everyone knows how to remain silent
While she's screaming inside
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[C]How many corners does a room have?
[C]Four in the one I'm trapped
[C]And in each of those dark corn](https://image.staticox.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fpm1.aminoapps.vertvonline.info%2F7680%2Faf6dc482f0c01ec93cdcb2db6d74328a5a08db9ar1-956-792v2_hq.jpg)
In the mornings,
He owns a corner of the room,
He knows when to look
And when to look away.
All he wants is the silence,he would tell himself.
But his heart yearns for the recognition,he would never get.
His stoic stance denies his storming emotions
But no one looks at the corner.
No one looks.
At night,
He's breaking his pencil into smaller pieces
And throwing them against the windows
As the pieces hit the glass and scatter helplessly on the ground.
He walks to the abused pieces of wood and graphite and picks them up with care.
He apologizes to the only objects that listened.
Walls close in on him
Everywhere he looks,there are walls .
His very own heart is beating out of one.
It shouldn't be too long before his kingdom falls
They were two hearts
cracking Metal and blood
They were two lillies
blooming in the mud
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[C]How many corners does a room have?
[C]Four in the one I'm trapped
[C]And in each of those dark corn](https://image.staticox.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fpm1.aminoapps.vertvonline.info%2F7680%2F4ea06ba5cae056a83b2609a681aa5d2ae69fd929r1-1080-676v2_hq.jpg)
And one sudden day,When a little broken pencil
Rolled towards her feet,
She picked it up nd turned towards its owner
Who had the brown-est eyes she would ever meet.
When he opened his mouth ,
It was to ask fo her name.
And for the rest of their lives ,
The corners had never been the same.
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OH MY GOD!!! THANKS A LOT FOR THE FEATURE!!!
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Comments (5)
Trust me when I say the last two stanzas got me asking for more...lovely piece of poetry :+1: :+1: :heart:
Reply to: Debbie
Aww!!!! Debbie I can't believe you ed this community!!!! Welcome once again and thanks A LOT... But we both know...."lovely poetry" is something we have in common :yum: :yum:
"thank you" doesn't start to cover it...
Only got here cuz you pushed me, sweet ...prim
Still... Thank you :blush: :blush: :blush:
Aw... what a sweet and gentle poem dear friend! I'm so happy you decided to share this beautiful piece with everyone!
Keep up the fantastic work bb! Keep it up indeed! :two_hearts: :broken_heart: :relieved: