Trivial disputes between a heart and a mind.



In her special place she would sit and weep,
Locking away memories she wished not to keep.
For sitting alone to heartbreakingly dwell
Only re-enforced and blessed his twisted spell.

The motion of the sweetest poetry
Transformed into the haunting melody
When spat from his evil, saintly mind;
Where only un-pleasantries you would find.

These sordid regrets, never laid to rest;
Only some other burden of her chest.
Her thoughts: “there never was a better time,
As when I was honoured to call him ‘mine’”

What her eyes do not permit her to see,
Are the very things that would fill her with glee.
As he is a shell of a broken, unfinished ‘man’
To get over him; she wants, she will, she can?

Although she knows it is he who’s to blame,
She refuses adamantly to accept the pain
Of a beaten, bruised and broken heart
And the fact that her world is falling apart.

The characteristics that make her, “she”
Will never fully understand just what
Creates the distinction between “him”, and he.

superb poem! well written and well expressed :) u've got talent emma :) i hope u havent experienced that!

what do i say the pen which i am hollding to write wit it stopped writin and all what i wann say i jus lost it by jus reading this peot damn girl ...
god bless ya .. i ll be waitin ur next peot

Emma
It is very intresting I must say
One can clearly see the picture...
Good good

I really like this poem Emma.
That final stanza in particular is brilliant, your expression of the importance in slight changes of meaning in words reflects wonderfully the little changes in heart, mind and relationships which can have rather large consequences.
Keep it up!