Our hearts are either synical
And yearn for our demise.
Or are gullible
And trap us in a pit so deep
Only time and pain can help us pull through.
It walks down a road with no decisive path
With no direction.
There is that sense of apprehension
But this yearning so deep that you can't expel it.
We seek danger
Pain.
Our hidden monsters are shown when we desire another's possession.
We are either rotten with greed
Or worn by love.
It's just a game where you always fail and the better one emerges victorious.
I'm not sensible nor am I anything close
I'm a human - just like everyone else
But I hide like a coward and don't express my faithlessness and fear in giving my already twisted heart.
In the end
I still lose and worry and strive to survive
This bed of stones is rocky and painful
Most of all unpredictable.
I can never be with you.
Even if I love you.
I know I should take the risk
Let the twist unfurl
But the truth is...
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Lilies On Fire
Poetry'Lilies on Fire' is a book of poetry based on the darkest hours of teenagers. When we feel lost, confused and nothing makes sense. It's about when we need someone to help us and what most of us go through. It is there to help the reader sympathize...
