The hurt reflects the love you have,
The beauty reflects Gods' gift for you,
Your wealth reflects pure fortune,
Yet you turn this and much more,
Into your own agony.
It's your loved ones you are neglecting,
It's your loved ones you are hurting,
It's your loved ones you are choosing,
To leave in exchange,
For countless, cureless wounds.
The other side of the world are suffering,
The other side of the world are dying,
The other side of the world are wishing,
For a life that's like yours,
Like the one you are "Innoccently" cutting away.
Your soul reflected nothing,
Your death reflected nothing,
Yo reflected nothing,
On the people still living,
Knowing that what they gave,
Was never good enough for you.
2006-09-29 07:44:08 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Other - Arts & Humanities
Thats pretty dark, dude......
2006-09-29 07:45:50 · answer #1 · answered by JusticeManEsq 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Who is possessing 'hurt' and 'beauty'? That part is vague to me. I like your depth in the rest of it though, even though the tone is one of emptiness and despair.
2006-09-29 15:02:18 · answer #2 · answered by trueblue 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Lots of Beauty.....great job
2006-09-29 14:46:06 · answer #3 · answered by Lindsay 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Make it a country song I will hear it and tell you.
I am keeping your poem.
I am trying to make it positive.
2006-09-29 14:52:28 · answer #4 · answered by SKG R 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
A good attempt..conveys deep meaning..
2006-09-29 14:47:46 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Not bad needs a little work.
2006-09-29 14:48:01 · answer #6 · answered by G-man 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
unrequited love
2006-09-29 14:51:04 · answer #7 · answered by lobo 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋