Words of hope, sentenced to survival,
Cured her not, but calmed;
Healed her not, but believed;
For she had nothing to lose...
Hourglass turned, the sinking balance;
For every up, there was a down,
The hope,trust, care had to face;
Braced herself for the lady's frown...
Laughed for her sake, at her fate;
She was proved right again, hoping not,
The Guardian angel left her at grave;
Haunted the roof, the food, and the path along...
The Sands of Time draining out;
For every down, there is an up.
Waited for the warmth: the dawn mount,
New went stale, yet "he" stayed a throb.
Things seemed uncertainly clear;
For there was a steady swirl:
Those fights, the butterflies had to bear;
For he loved her, that li'l girl...
He loved her too much; to drown
The pieces of her, scared and shallow.
He loved her too much; to break
The pieces of her shattered to heal.
He loved her too much; to kill
The pieces of her, those never lived...
~Truthfairy
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Black Head
PoetryI write poems when I am upset. Writing them always gave me a state of peace that no human company could suffice. I felt like I could share some. After all, tragedies always make a better impression... #poetry
