My soul and heart to what you made ache
From this it was the rage of your millions of earth quakes
Screams of hollow clouds they appear in the eyes
But these eyes don't glow like a sun but these are clouds to my dying skies
These are the rivers formed from flooded oceans
Promising to save a sunken ship with fake love and no devotion.
Lying here bedrock cold alone in my own puddles
Breaking doors breaking vessels my piecing heart sits alone in huddles
Words spoken promising what can be new
But what is new if trauma is shifting memories like the fists you threw
I beg non but peace of sunflower fields in my heart
No rhythm comes after tsunami waves don't bandage my
pain with a sweetheart
Standing pain we smile to the dying angels
But strengthening smiles and indented scars are my only surviving cradles.
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Emotionlessly Emotional
PoetryA love life of tragedy and lust A love life of pain and affection A love life of nothing but pure pain Now a life with no love I feel but be kind
