This heart can't take it no more.
This brain can't contain the emotions it's feeling.
Happy to broken.
Life is so confusing.
Once a friend now a fiend.
Everything from clean to dirty
Hurting in pain.
Yet, claiming love each day.
Begging for a heart to beat back to its normal speed.
Words confined in the sheet and dripping down dangling hands.
This wound that's swelling.
It seems there is no healing.
No mending to this opened heart.
Because the darkness has crept in with the truth.
Now the windows of a soul are shattering breaking fiber by fiber.
If only we could pick of the pieces and become complete, but there will always be that missing piece.
So, so tired of the infliction.
If only today was the day happiness came back.
If only this broken heart would mesh back together.
But it's to late and time will have to decide if everything will be alright.
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In Between The Lines
PoetryCopyright 2017-2018©️ Ranking 138 in poetry on July 24,2018 Poetry from in between the lines. All the words hidden between the sheets. "If you can't love me in the storm, you can't dance with me in the rain." "What you pursue will soon glow, when t...
