Paperweight Poetry

Broken is the sky to let itself be used  Time after time, its seams torn and insides drained dry Yet strong is the sky, to be parched quietly and abused  Hearing itself as it rips, just so that the clouds have place to cry.  -anna sluder 

I want it to be how it used to be, When we were little, we were young, we were free,  What if we were still fearless creatures?  Knights who would never fall to their knees They battled the dragons to the death But that was then and this is now And now I just let my demons hold my sword Without a chance to admit I was wrong and avow  For no matter how much older I am here No matter how much upon my fears I frown I know that when we were little, we were young, we were free  We learned so much more than we ever could now. -anna sluder 

We tripped upon each other's souls  From friends into lovers  And without knowing my heart is what you stole I didn't have time to run for cover  I thought you'd pockmark me with kisses But instead you shot bullets with a particular aim As I hoped that my heart would be missed  But instead you pumped the trigger untamed  So I was left bleeding on the battlefield of our past relationship  And you never crossed that river to our battlefield again Until years later you decided to mend what had been ripped But I couldn't help you through, for the scenery had altered by then,  For as you reached out your hand for forgiveness for the danger,  You were still bullets to me, our memories war torn images,  So we will never be anything more than strangers,  But you cannot blame me for all the burning of your bridges.  -anna sluder