Isn't it ironic?
To admire someone's feats
resting blind to their ways
To love the responsible
for the scars on your heart
And to get to hate
With who you shared nightmares in the past,
Because you mother's hands,
Draped by a coat of red,
Fought the monsters in the closet,
Because the blood that flowed,
through your father's veins that night,
Is in the end the same as yours,
Because your sister knows you so well,
That when she shoots an arrow to the heart
It carries poison on the head,
Because at the end of the day,
What we most strongly feel,
Is linked to who we know the most,
To who are exactly like us.
YOU ARE READING
an attempt at poetry
PoetrySincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
