Give Me A Hand...A Poem by MachinaWriter...because these cards suck.I’m tired of making
mistakes. I’m tired of all
these fake loves with girls that love for their own sake. But never for mine. Isn’t love a two
way street? Is that road so
hard to find? But despite the
height I’ve fallen from, -I’m still here
again, giving away the gun to a new girl,
hoping that she’ll have some mercy. I’ve put myself
into this all the way, -so please go ahead
and say if you’re gonna hurt me. So take my broken
heart, do what you will Yeah, take my
broken heart, go ahead and kill I’ve already fallen
apart, -trying to catch my
broken shards Please give me a
new start, -show me something good
in my cards. There’s only a few
things I want in life, and none of them
are about an end of strife. I want a girl that
won’t take a knife, and stab me in the
back. I’m tired of
investing my entire heart, -with girls who
just take advantage of that. I’m falling apart,
cant’ you people see? I’m tired, I’m
exhausted, I barely sleep. And yet I’m still
me. So take my broken
heart, do what you will Yeah, take my
broken heart, go ahead and kill I’ve already fallen
apart, -trying to catch my
broken shards Please give me a
new start, -show me something good
in my cards. It’s still a true
love I desire. A love that will
inspire. A love that will
take these broken wings, -a love that will
take me higher. A love that gives
me a reason to sing, -with joy and not
sorrow. A love with a girl
who every night, -I look forward to
seeing tomorrow. Someone give me the
indication, -that I’m worth
that kind of love. Someone take me
from this desecration, -take me and lift
me above. Because I keep
loving, -even when there
isn’t a sign, that I’ll ever get
that kind of girl, -that she’ll ever
be mine. But I’m not ever
going to quit. Cut my heart to
ribbons, I’ll still be
looking for it. So take my broken
heart, do what you will Yeah, take my
broken heart, go ahead and kill I’ve already fallen
apart, -trying to catch my
broken shards Please give me a
new start, -show me something good
in my cards. It must be a cruel
ploy of fate, -to taunt me with
love that I can’t take, as if saying its
too late You made the
mistake. You’ll mess this
one up, too, -she’s too great. And that’s assuming
she even cares, -you’re broken
goods, mate. I’m entertaining
thoughts that aren’t true, -taking meaning
from things, you didn’t mean to
do. Have I become that
guy? Look me in the eye,
-let me know that
my thoughts lie. So take my broken
heart, do what you will Yeah, take my
broken heart, go ahead and kill I’ve already fallen
apart, -trying to catch my
broken shards Please give me a
new start, -show me something good
in my cards. © 2012 MachinaWriterFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on November 13, 2012 Last Updated on November 13, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more.. |

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