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Not Strong Enough

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AzialSilvara

Published: Sep 29, 2010

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These broken pieces just won't fit
My heart's just like a mirror
Shattered reflections show the pit
A heartache so severe

This empty space draws me to you
The black diamond with no sheen
Your phantom love was never true
My truth remains unseen

Inside my heart I see the light
But this warmth I can't convey
Your blackened door I've painted white
I'm not strong enough to stay away

To you this anguished heart is chained
But not by destiny
By bloody deeds freedom is gained
Tired eyes can finally see

You couldn't stand a love so pure
A world you couldn't view
My wavering grasp became secure
The looking glass broke you

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I was inspired by the song "Not Strong Enough" by Apocalyptica. So I took the title and turned it into something of my own. There is only one conscious reference to the song in the actual poem, if there are others it is by chance, as I havn't actually read the lyrics.

My work is often inspired by music, but the majority of the time I'll simply take the feeling I get from the music, I'll take the vibe. And then I'll try and turn it into something. But either way, I'm really happy how this one turned out. I hope you enjoy it.

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LacrimasProfundereXD

Sep 29, 2010

OMG .. I love Apocalyptica's "Not Strong Enough".. and this poem is amazing! Good job!

Anna XD

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