Untitled. (poemy thing)

[1_21Guns]

Bloodshot eyes, runny nose.
Deperate cries, lost all hope.
Wants to go home, stuck here all alone.
Trickling so beautifully, that ruby river down her arm.
Pooling in her palm, tears tailing not far behind.
Photographs scattered, like an explosion of the mind.
Scrawbles dotted around, memories discarded but left in plain sight.
Broken dreams, she's lost and never to be found.
She closes her eyes, but it's the same record jammed on repeat.
The same old fairytale, twisted and burnt until defeat.

[PJay]

Now if I only had the talent to put that to music, that would make a cool song. Nice one. I especially liked the scattered photorgraphs line - nice metaphor. I dont know what scrawbles are though? I'm guessing its something like a note?

[1_21Guns]

Yeah, just little notes with messy writing on them, was the first word that came to mind :P
thank you :)

[MadManWithaBox]

I like it nat.

[Kaius]

Its good, can see the images in my head when im reading it.

[1_21Guns]

cheers.

[UnknownError]

Its really good. I like. (:

[georgiamay]

wow, I really like this. The imagery is very powerful. :)

[Kitten]

thats really good (: