the pureness of your heart
confused me when i first met you.
your heart was so golden,
so clean, but yet so.... weathered.
your heart was not a treasured trophy
for you to display and take care.
your heart was a chest full of gold,
and the only goal is to steal it.
and i'm afraid that i'm the
only one that sees it.
how good you are.
because you go home at night,
and you cry onto your pillow.
you go home at night,
and you break under the weight
that has been placed upon you.
you go home at night,
and you're tired.
your heart is so pure.
- and your hands are covered in blood.
YOU ARE READING
Almost | ✓
PuisiIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
