With calloused hands and angry eyes
I watched myself fall into his little lies
Bit by bit I ruined my insides,
Held my tongue and muffled my cries
I smiled at him with hopeful eyes, but little by little inside I died
Dead, that's what I am, a dead woman
Who so ever finds me, finds a broken heart
Unhealed and raw, unlike any heart you've ever saw
With soulless eyes and a brisk walk I cross the pathways between life and death,
My destiny, undetermined, my future set
I can't deny that I love it here, I long after his love
I ignore clear warning signs, love from above
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A Place Where Oleanders Bloom
PoetryThe journey of pain, heartbreak, passion and betrayal of a young woman navigating what love is and what love can be.