She dances in and out on waves of broken glass,
A memory of better times, a perfection that couldn't last,
I can reach out and touch her if I don't mind the pain,
But the cuts and scars means nothing's the same,
Still I cling like an addict addicted to the thought,
Of a woman who so long ago I should have forgot.
I offer myself a short distraction,
Some sort of break in the breaking reaction,
But when the music dies down and the streets get cold,
I run through conversations and things I was told,
Like that three word phrase that we used to use,
How quickly the feeling of love turned to "I hate you"s.
Oh my this is wonderful!!
Very nice slant rhyming indeed. It didn't flaw the rythm or meter very much. Each line seemed to simply roll off of the tongue; that was an excellent read that I related very well to. Great work, my good person.
uh... it's painful mute master
I like some of the slant rhyme you used.