My fissured soul takes any amount of love Poured on me.
The cracks are voracious and absorbs Anything, that all the love goes
To try and heal my fissures,
And i have no more love to actually feel Loved.
The pianissimo of the heart changes into A Cacophony of chaos.
The paranoia Of being deceived and Broken Made me break and deceive People,
The cracks grew so wide that
It sucked all the love given to me
And made me feel unworthy, unwanted.
The seraphic smile is just a diguise of a Sirenic smile.
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Love, insecurity and pain
PoetryA collection of poems written by a insecure lover in pain...
