I sung in times of hardship
I sung in times I couldn't bear this
This love. This travesty. This unreliable love,
What were we but liars in the night?
Two people who just wanted to feel alright
But your arms were not mine
Nor did I feel fine basking in your presence for who was the true thief?
You for stealing my heart,
Or me for stealing you?
I sung when the sun set and I caught the first breath of the night,
I sung as I felt the feeling to fight,
To fight for you,
To fight for me,
But honestly, I'd be fighting for nothing.
It wasn't love in which you stole for I give that willingly,
It wasn't much other then my complete and utter loyalty for I believed,
But what a fool I turned out to be.
I sung words I've known longer then you,
I sung songs that saved me before you even knew,
I sung for me and no one else and now I will perish.
Perish with no voice,
No music
Nothing.
For the songs that I would once sing are in the process of being forgotten,
They shall die unbloomed, like petals from lilies and leaves from the lotus,
Only I feel no peace.
As they say
No peace for the wicked
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PoesíaA collection of poems made in a dark time of my life. I made this book so that I could share my happiness and pain with others who might understand, but more importantly, this book is for those who need to be understood. Hope you all enjoy! Please...
