My soul had been in your
captivity for years;
for years it had been
yours to manipulate.
My heart had been your prisoner
for decades;
for decades it had been yours
to toy with.
My wholesome had been there,
putty in your hand,
a prisoner behind the bars
made of fool's gold:
all shiny, only for show;
Till the day you handed meback my missing pieces,
saying that they ain't of no
worth anymore.
YOU ARE READING
I hope
Poetry"Heart breaks and tear stains. sleepless nights and foggy eyes. Shattered dreams and unuttered cries They might comprise my days so far, yet, in midst of the chaos and emotions, I will rise with fire in my eyes." Cover by: @Glass_Sword