She swept in like a thief at night
Coming out of no where and stealing something i held dear
She was a thief in a way, sneaking in and stealing the thing i called a heart
Only to give it away again
I am not sure i blame her, switch the positions i would do the same
That rotten, black heart is no fun shot, a weapon, not a tool
Still i have been told you need a heart to live, you need love to get you through to the final days
Apparently thats wrong, because my hearts no longer mine
She swept in and stole my love
Only to toss it away again like it was trash
I feel used, i feel unwanted
Unwanted, yeah thats me
Unwanted and used i may be, but i have my own words to describing me
Artistic, fast funny, yep thats me
Slow, serious, lovin. Nope not those things
If you dont know me, and how i work, this robot of a person i am, the shut your trap!
Dont judge a book by the cover they say, because whats on the outside may not be on the inside
They say bricks may break bones, but words will never hurt you
How wrong could this place be
Think again
Yeah think again
This messed up dump of a place is wrong again!
I feel like an alien, misunderstood, and underrated at everything turn
Nothing dont make sense, but hey thats okay
Life is made to live and have joy in, not to understand=dear stand, not to perfect perfection, but to live as we are, to recognize the good in the old you would need an open mind
Try by in one you might say, okay, okay, thats not how its done
Think again, yeah go think again
This world is to find others to share joy, kindness, and love
Not to ruin everybody's lives
But hey dont listen to me, I'm just a commoner dealing with unspoken feelings
At last, at last i say i found my heart, that smal shriveled up of a wretched thing
I found it and now i must pay the price, years of saving only for it to be givin away again
No not again i cry, not again, i dont wanna be hurt no more
But thats life kids
It's a cold world out there, grab a coat
The heart you may ask, well i=as i said, i gave it away, to the girl of my dreams it may seem
I believe she is my forever, but then again, I thought that about the last one too
And look how that turned out
The thief of my hurt will always be my forever, my forever of hurt and doubt
My first love, now turned my torment
~Black
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Bottomless Pit
PoetryThis is a book of short poems that I occasionally write. They don't really have a specific type, just random emotions that I feel are portrayed here.
