The Splinter . . .

[Reichenbach]

Not a story, just another poem, but please tell me what you think . . .



Why is this Splinter so Wrong?

I know that what I feel’s wrong,
But I can’t help what’s going on,
When love feels like a splinter in my heart.

I wish that love would let me be,
I’m going blind, I cannot see,
This pain is just a splinter in my heart.

People say that it’s not right,
But just for you, I’ll always fight,
It’s wrong, but it’s a splinter in my heart.

I’ve tried to simply stay away,
But that’s a game I cannot play,
The splinter keeps on ripping at my heart.

These emotions, I have to hide,
They tear at me from the inside,
The splinter’s getting bigger in my heart.

This kind of love is not normal,
I’m told it’s just too immoral,
I have to hide the splinter in my heart.

If I told you all the things I feel,
You would tell me they are not real,
The splinter just keeps hacking at my heart.

Even though I always try to flirt,
You don’t notice, so I feel hurt,
I can’t tell you of the splinter in my heart.

This love, is something I can’t show,
It isn’t right, I know you know,
There’s something that keeps tugging at my heart.



I wish that life was not so fast,
All the moments, came and passed,
And now the splinter’s stuck within my heart.

Love cut me deeper than any knife,
Without you there is no life,
The splinter still remains deep in my heart.

I pray that you won’t figure it out,
I wish I could simply talk about,
The splinter that is playing with my heart.

I cannot open up to you,
I feel like I will never be true,
Because you are the splinter in my heart.

[Dailen]

I call the splinter Bob.
--- Fear Bob, he lights the path to ruin
We are like moths, who go to the light

God must have laughed when he created that bug zapper.

[Reichenbach]

No! Don't go into the light!!!
Never go into the light at the end of the tunnel because there is a small chance that it is just a man with a flame thrower!

BTW, that doesn't tell me much about what you thought of my poem!

[Dailen]

If I did not appreciate it or share in the feelings you put out, I would have not said anything. (yeah that sounded cocky, but it's not intended that way)
I know the sensation of Splinteritous.

Besides, I had no choice but to move quickly,
with that insipid flame thrower on my back.......run Forest Run!!!

[Reichenbach]

Your comments are alittle . . . weird, but very . . . um . . . interesting to read!!! :p Much apprieciated!!!

[RollWithEm]

I don’t quite follow how the immoral part fits in. Reading the poem without that one word leaves a completely different “taste in my mouth” than reading it with that word does. Is it simply the severity of the splintered heart that you’re told is just too immoral, or is the love itself a taboo love? Adultery? Incest? I’m not sure what’s really being suggested in that line, so I can’t fully enjoy the unwieldiness of your condition.