A painful love, wrapped in tears.
Leaving behind your memories,
As well as your darkest fears.
Broken, tainted, I doubted my humanity.
The smile that day was shattered;
The picture frame of "lovely".
Is it really okay; please call my name.
Only you can do that simple task.
I promise I'll do the same.
I need you to melt my frozen body.
My red heart is no more.
They transplanted it about a year ago, you see.
After the tears i shed turned to crystal,
melting in your radiance,
I recall they said, my heart was too full.
My heart crumples up with this broken glass,
And the picture frame fades.
One wish; i could just float away and pass.
That day, the trees reflected the wind as your image became brighter.
Filled with hopeful thoughts, of a parallel world existing.
My image of you was not weak; you were a fighter.
In May, a flower grew spreading joyful emotions.
All of the dark, lost people thought it to be a weed.
I thought it to be beautiful, and encouraged it to keep growing.
The frame coloured itself that day,
our hearts the most vibrant.
I hope you remain the most vibrant, in your own world of May.
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The Idea of a Broken World
PoetryAll of the poetry I've ever written will be in this story... most of them cover ideas about romance, death, and tragedy. Each one contains very strong messages and opinions. It's named "The Idea of a Broken World" because almost all of the poetry I...
