Alone with beauty ..
Look what they do to me..
ready for someone to pick me..
once they cut the stem I die..
Beauty fades everything turns to a lie..
Born to die..
Grown to be plucked from home..
lost by a single touch.. Ripped away for just a view..
Watch me die..
But who knew i was lost without the gift of speech.
Fallen without a simple reach..
drowned without water..
Suffocation..
Gasping for truth..
Only lies reveal that one move..
Trying to prove them wrong..
Dancing like she is entangled in the wind..
last of her fragile beauty exposed ..
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
