I shut my eyes and pray
The delicate dew will go away.
Pure and innocent eyes
Witness of bitter,horrid lies.
Once white as fresh cotton sheets,
Now stained by humanity's cruelty.
The sickly sweet taste of grief
Lingers happily in my defeat.
Like satin-covered shards of glass
It is softened but the pain is not lost.
Crimson drops of life
Representing what we have inside.
Afraid mine has become blackened
As a sign of what evils I have to hide.
And so the story goes
A girl with an urgent need for release .
But having learnt a time ago,
The bottle merely helps put on a show.
Her teenage rebellion had to come to an end,
She is tainted.
She is blackened.
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoetryThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
