I packed my heart and kept in the wardrobe
Locked the door and threw away the keys,
I washed my face with the water of dignity
Didn't let it dry so I could die in peace.
Used some tissues made of scars
To wipe the blood in my room,
The smell referred infidelity
So I sprayed some perfume.
My bloody hand were too soft
But they didn't shake,didn't care to feel,
I couldn't live with marks of the bloodshed
You gave me bruises that never
healed.
My long black hair was smelling like your lies
So I cut it short with the knife of gold,
Didn't answer the calls of your friends
They couldn't find their friend in his home.
I spent the night drinking cold wine
Waited for the sun to let me go,
What I've done is more like a mystery
They will never know, they will never know....
YOU ARE READING
Bloody pages
PoetryWhen you love someone too much,it's either the end of you or the end of her
