To describe the tale of twisted love
Its like drowning in a sea of emotions
Each unveiling thoughts of every other memory
Like ink splashed on a tattered page
Blotches of red scattered across
You were narrated on each page
In an incarnate prose or poem
Strange how we decorate our pain
In the end we all became stories of others
If it was meant to be then why aren't we there yet
Lost in the maze of eyes of another
Second chances aren't always welcomed
Maybe all the words shared between us
Were a way of finally finding ourselves
Or were they made up stories of us
Of the truth we wished to say aloud
I want to hide the bits that's left of us
Between the lost pages of my favorite book
Perhaps all this would eventually come to an end
Like all the fairytales out there
But I fear knowing us
It wouldn't be a happy one.
Note : The line "Strange how we decorate pain" is a quoted by Margaret Atwood. I just added the word 'our' to the quote.
4th March 23
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Poetry"We all are born free But spend a lifetime Becoming slaves to our own False Truth" - Atticus "Words left unsaid." Just some poem's that I wrote in my leisure time.Hope you like them. I appreciate every vote and comment. * ** Trigger Warning : Ment...
