Boredom courses with each flood It forces me to paper with An army of cliches Your absence makes my heart grow distant Well that fall broke my boundaries But the wall, the knife, the matches Built them back higher Absence turns my heart to jade I didn't demand to be your gravity Never bronzed you with my glow Welcome to the ice age Pallor makes my heart grow cold My violence hurt your sensibilities? Well your silence hurts my ears It doesn't heal this blister Absence makes my heart forget
I really enjoyed this one *electrica*; first off, it's a very catchy title, and I liked the way you worked the cliches into the overall structure. the flow here was beautifully maintained, your wordplay was great, and a good ending finished this one off; thanks for sharing this I loved this stanza!
ouch.....felt that one. Was expecting a rant on bad writing and instead got a very honest, personal, direct expression of bitterness. A very good write. Thanks for posting.
It does come off as bitter, but it's actually just what the first line says; boredom. I was honestly just bored and kind of forgetting all about my boyfriend because he wouldn't talk to me for a week lol. But thank you. I really do appreciate all the kind words.
