No More Tears Left To Cry

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You wanna kiss me and make me feel alright,
But I am just so tired, he took my days and left me with my lonely nights.
You are always threatening to leave,
But after he left there's nothing for me to believe.

You say we only accept the love we think we deserve, but I'm not turning back until die,
I know life made you some bruises and I wish I was strong enough to fight,
But I just can't, my hands were cut by his knife.
Our flowers are in need of spring,
But in my heart, an arid winter lays within.
Like a butterfly needs wings to fly,
I can't provide you the love you need to keep being alive.

I wish I could cry for you,
But he stole every single tear my eyes could pour,
I wanna hug you and lie but I don't wanna fight the truth
My heart beats for someone and it's just not you.

You want us, to go up and feel the heat cuddling our skin,
But I'm in love with the pain. I don't need the sun, if I have a love that stings .
When you have never seen the light is hard to tell if you're not sinking,
When you have never stand up is hard to know which one of us is caving.

You try to light me up,
But my heart is darkness without stop,
My tears have fallen for another love
My breaths have been taken away by some other ghost,
Like a garden about die of thirst, he killed everything inside me and turned our roses into dust

I got you wrapped around my nimble fingers babe,
I could have loved you but now is just to late.
I look at how the happiness vanishes from your face,
But you'll never find a the sun in a gloomy day.
We both know you won't find an 'I love you.' In any sentence I say,
And I know it's cruel, my love was given with my right hand and with the left, it was taken away.

You want me to sing a love song about you,
But my voice is shaking, he took every word, now there's nothing new.
I wanna fall in love and cry a river,
But all I can do is sit and stare at the mirror,
Contemplating the pain and feeling the terror
In my heart, nothing will be for you, he'll always be the emperor.

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