Pulses- My poem (Please comment)

Our hears once shared a pulse,
We were close like sisters once,
but the lies became a way,
and you didn't belive they were false
why?
I sit in the mist, taking in the truth,
on the outside we act extatic,
but on the inside we have parted
our pulses now lonely,
all because of the devil's jelousy,
like a fallen angel,
your lips move,
but i don't hear the sound,
you lied, you ruined a small day,
but does size matter if you kept quiet?
let me feel like i do now,
let me feel good for blaming another,
let me be as bad as she,
the horrors of that day,
are nothing compared to this,
and again i find myself asking:
Why?


Thanks!~
Victorian.Immortal x

I can feel the raw emotion radiating from this poem, I love it! It's so real and understandable and conveys the feelings of a broken human heart perfectly Please write again! I look forward to your next post.

Okaii, i'm not always this depressing
Just a poem I wrote when I was really angry/upset and needed to get it all out,

I am hurt,
I am lost and never found,
I was guided to heaven after you killing my soul,
After you breaking my heart,
After you brought a thousand tears to my pale skin,
To see you with another friend,
The one who took part in the teary battle,
The one who ruined everything,
She is hardly but an Angel,
She is a Cherub,
Her young arrows flying towards your heart,
To stop you seeing what you really must,
And causing me to fall,
No longer an Angel, but a demon,
Making me go against everything I believe in,
I thought I was right,
And I was till you haunted my thoughts,
Like a dagger,
Am I the nemesis?
The green monster I tried to hide?
Am I growing to be as bad as she?
She who hung from silver as a scarlet red jewel,
Am I wrong in saying this to me is cruel?
I thought it was over, all the tears and pain,
It seems everyday I am forced to fake a smile,
To laugh at your jokes, to hold your cold, betraying hand,
But now I realise,
This is only the beginning of what could be the end,

that one's great... and really sad too

Lol \
Not all my poems are this sad, don't worry

that's good

hey! I really like it. when I am ungry or upset I also write poems, or stories or maybe play the harmonica or the piano. the thing is, its really cool to express ourselfs when we are in this mood and not keep all inside.