She was a dark piece of art
Jagged scars on her pure heart
Grim skies pulling us apart
Her Romeo died on stage
Freed a demon from its cage
Actions born of broken rage
A couple million dead
Hands stained sadistic red
She held on by a thin thread
I disobeyed your command
And held out a shaky hand
To one you misunderstand
Unbreakable bonds were made
Our red love will never fade
And won't be lost in the shade
Nightmares shifted into dreams
Our hearts covered in stitched seams
The dark is not what it seems
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My Thoughts
PoetryHere lie the thoughts of me; in the form of poetry of course because I can't seem to complete a story. Oh well. So these poem will be about all kinds of stuff from horses to inner demons. Some of them are also very short. Enjoy P.S. some of these p...
