Flickering spark in the dark,
The music shines through your heart,
As it does with my soul,
Which you from me stole.
Those fingers that I hate,
Gripe everything by mistake,
You don't see what you do,
But behind the surface,
You know it too.
The music fades,
Your smile hides behind your name,
The dirty secrets that you spilled,
You will never be the same.
You begun as a flicker,
A tiny secret that I held,
Then you turned into the darkness,
And now you've become a mistake I accidentally felt.
A bloody mess,
An unforgivable lie,
A forbidden song,
The music; it died.
YOU ARE READING
Dust of the untold
PoesíaYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
