Why does the pain reside in my chest
And ricochets off my ribs until
The silver bullet of your lingering kiss
Plants itself deep in my heart
Why does the colour of your eyes
Still seem so prominent in my mind
And every time I close my eyes
I drown in your lasting memory
But if I still remember the way you talk
Why can I not still feel your touch
But only the trail of fire its left behind
And when it's silent I can hear your
Words that were full of spite and
Hit me with your last blow and
Here you shot your silver bullet
That broke my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Broken words
PoetryA collection of my poems 'who we tend to be is the fixed and limited perception of the people around us. So when we are alone - who are we?'
