So what if it's broken?
It's only vital to my survival:
That thing that keeps me runnin'
And I don't mean my legs.
It's still beating
Though it skips like vinyl,
But blood still flows through my veins
From my drained face.
I suppose I'm still walking
In my sleep.

I said I could take it;
Take the beating
I only wish it was physical
'cause I can't handle that.
But this is beyond
My comprehension and fitness.
This is beyond
What I can handle
Though, I suppose I'll deal,
Deal a new hand.
I tried to deal it straight
but you were counting my cards.
You took your time
Just splitting those 8's,
Yelling 21! And left on a dime.
It's not illegal;
No one got hurt...
Just broken.

Somebody fix me, please?


This poem is, obviously, about heartbreak.  When your heart is broken, it doesn't seem to beat quite regularly; the tempo skips a beat causing the rest of the day to be off whack.  Just like a song; one skipped beat can cost the whole production.  But my heart was just gambled away.  The dealer's supposed to win; I was trying as hard as I could to be perfect, but you just kept on keeping on.  It's too late.  The cards are dealt.  You can't go back.  You can't fix a broken record.

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When I'm having writer's block (like right now) I come her and post stuff to try and boost my imagination. Maybe it'll be ideas, thoughts or perhaps a few pieces of my own literature. If you look at this and get an idea for yourself, let me know. I like ideas and anytime I can help someone is even better. :)


I tried a tagboard and didn't like it. Sorry.


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