Iron Man

Found this poem of mine under my bed that I made a long time ago.

My insides are copper

and my heart is brass

and when I said "You could love me."

you said "I rather pass."

 

Cause even though I'm hurting

and you can't see the pain

I'm dieing inside

and I'll die in vain

 

So as my flesh rots away

and all that's left is copper

notice the brass is gone

You didn't save it, you didn't bother

 

Even though you never loved me

Even though you never cared

I still left you something

Check your pocket if you care

 

The brass is still beatting...

Reviews

[K-mo]

this is such a lovely poem, I can feel your emotion in this

[XxKooperxX]

thanks :)

[K-mo]

your welcome!

[Tessah]

This is awesome.