The wound deepens
inside this smile
the everlasting glow fades
revealing the broken heart
the twisted fate
the wicked start
the disturbed child
carved out in broken pieces
blood pouring from the lies
they pour out like honey
sweet and succulent
but bitter to the taste
overflowing, spilling
onto the cold linolium
the world goes black
awaking to cherry liquid
protruding from her milky flesh
a smile appears
the pain
fades
within good time
atleast the emotional does
a whole new sensation
burns and yearns
her memories plastered in her mind
his name echoes through the caves
they are hollow and completely empty
no happiness
no sweet melodies
only lonliess
and pure agony
he was the only one that ever walked through
the path of misunderstandings
the only one that held the key to her heart
not the last to say forever
but the last to break her
he stood before her broken soul
threw the key right before her feet
walked away with no expression on his face
no guilt
no shame
he was her demise
her only weakness
making her numb
she chokes on her broken heart
the blood stays caged
tears fall gracefully
losing composure
she screams
her body trembles with fear
holding herself
she digs her nails in deep
trying to wake up
is this a dream?
no, must be a nightmare
cause she can't wake up
could this be reality?
is this pain real
that she feels?
could she save herself from her one true enemy
her own reflection?
YOU ARE READING
Some call it love..
PoetryThis is my book full of poems some old some new, they are based on things I have been through and always just made up stories. :D
