Love is meant to be something beautiful,
yet every time i've tried it,
it has only left a bitter taste in my mouth
it has brought negative emotions upon me,
It felt like a poison ,
Slowly making it's way to my heart,
Making it weak,
Shattering it into little pieces,
Reminding me that no matter how tough i want to act,
how much i pretend to not care,
I still do care , and my heart is always going to be made out of glass,
No matter what i do
No matter how much i change or pretend to hide it.
I'll have to pick up the pieces
And start over,
Again and again
In a circle of futility ,
A cicle that will never end.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Nights
Poésie~Layers of precious sin . . . filled with kind lies~ All my poems and thoughts , some of them are filled with hope , and others with despair , showing the two facets of a human being , their optimism and the dread they try to contain. Enjoy!
