When the mist of your false hope clears
All I see around are my worst fears
Waiting like demons from hell
To bind me up in a scary spell
The phase of time passes
While I shred like broken glasses
Shattering into a gazillion pieces
Which no one can mend together
When you fly like a feather
I search you as air
I think this isn't really fair
That I love you till the world gets still
And you don't even care if I'm the one you kill..
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Poems of A soul
PoetryBleeding on paper is easier, It ensues blood into ink...phrasing words dripping of the pain.. Warning:Might contain some mature contents
