Trusting others is not the problem,
The true dilemma lays in whether we can trust ourselves to make that decision,
You have to decide whether you want to hand over the power of your heart
Whether you want to give someone permission to exert against you submission
At least the crimson red sisterhood of the river flows quietly beside my hesitant step,
The darkness of the clouds guides my inner turmoil
Step, step, step,
Cold breezes all around me, in my heart, cause even the defenceless animals to recoil
Away, away, away,
It's the final journey, my heart was wasted this morning, my heart will be wasted before the moon rises
It's a passage of right which has led to all these demises,
Blood falling at my shaking feet
My dragging steps tainting, staining, the rest of my way
This is the price they say I have to pay
All my life I've been told I should be glum
Yet seeing the destination on the horizon makes me smile at the girl I've become,
I belong nor to you or him,
I expect no happily ever after,
No desire to be guided to the light
Because this way in my decided fate I can try to get a little bit of laughter.
What do you think this is about? I know but poetry is about interepration so I'd be interested in seeing how you guys took it.
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The Wasted Hearts Society
Poetry"I just want you to know that my red lipstick isn't for you tonight/ Swaying in the permanent darkness as I throw the heels off/ It's just this loneliness of the night I crave/ My indifference is going to hit you like a tidal wave." A series of poe...
