Don't know enough about her,
Don't see bloody stars in her eyes
Shining fake diamonds to pierce a soul
Like mine.
Don't know enough about her,
Don't see the rain reflected in her tears,
Watch her pain but look away
And close your ears.
Don't know anything about her,
Don't see the bloody metal in her hand,
Fake mirror that reflects her broken soul,
Fake life that once held heaven in it's flow,
She doesn't care, she's come from there
She has nowhere to go...
Don't know anything about her,
Don't see the teardrops in her eyes,
Don't hear the pain within her cries,
Don't feel the sorrow eating her alive,
Don't know the darkness that she hides,
But I don't know enough about her,
Don't know anything about her, you know,
You don't care enough about her,
You don't show enough about her,
You don't know enough about her...
for the compliment... as a rather abstract poet, i think this line could mean just about anything... on the surface it refers to the hopelessness of cutting... go deeper and it refers to the hopelessnesss of a disillusioned life.
Peace,
ravenna
very welcome. i enjoy the fact that i can interpret it as i see it. that's what i try to do with my poems, so that people can see my point of view but also adjust the words to their own.**
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Work as if you don't need the money. Love as if you've never been hurt. And dance as if no one's watching!