Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XXXIV
I can't believe I didn't post this one before. I thought for sure I'd posted all of the poems about diamonds and roses, but a bad poetry search tells me that I missed one. It's a doozy, too. It really blows my mind how profound I thought I was in high school. The handwriting and placement in The Yellow Notebook tells me that Satan (My first boyfriend) inspired this, despite the fact that there is no J.D. (His initials. Clue!) after it. Granted, one does learn a lot more about pain when dating Satan when she does when dating your average teenaged boy, but one also doesn't need to express it in awful metaphors either. Enjoy!
Tears are shining drops of pain
Falling from the windows to the soul
Like diamonds in the rain
A sigh sent forth from a broken heart
Is the sound of a summer breeze
Forgotten in the sun's bright rays
The pain that no one sees
A lost love is a wilted rose
Bled of vibrance, life and glory
Yet still possesses beauty
In the sadness of its story
Nearly bursting with desire for more bad poetry? Go back and give Volume XXXIII a dry hump.
