I was empty, sad and broken,
You were full, happy and delirious.
You were the monster
that hid under my bed,
the Demond that would haunt
me in my dreams.
HOPE
I was young and full of hope,
You were wise and full of hurt,
You used me as a shield to your enemies, a protection to your mistakes.
Now I am no longer young and full of hope, but young and full of regret and sorrow.
REGRET
You were my escape my rescue,
I was your mistake your regret,
I was always a punishment to you- a cold that would never leave. You were home, my whole. And yet I will always be your nothing.
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Words
PoetryThis is just a description it is not in the book: The water travels down your checks, Sad and broken is all I see, You have no hope, no love as you fall to your knees and brake down again. You were so happy, But now I can see it was for her Never...
