The world will tell all,
Yet will never be told.
Deeds will be forgotten,
Your sins carved in gold.
Don't tell a broken heart to heal when it can.
None know a broken heart but a broken man.
They shall pour till they cannot,
And their tears, they will dry.
They will build a tower of rage
And keep their fire alive.
Don't name their murder for the poetry of angst.
None but them know the words they had sang.
5 comments:
Dont know what to say. Hope you are right.
The evil that men do liveth after them (but not carved in gold as u say unless u r referring to Napolean whose tomb in Paris has gilded notations about his bloody conquests)
the good is oft interred with their bones
That was shakespeare.
But I like your couplet better it is more succinct and conveys the same meaning.
Broken hearts and raging fires, u
r delightful when u write in a frenzy.
The fire is very much alive in this "Poetry" than in any Broken Hearts or Men..
Write more.
Yeah, write more:)
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