Cut me open and watch me bleed.
It might not look pretty but it sure would look neat.
For my blood is like water,
Flowing through my river of pain and my tears have been replaced by a mask of something sweet and strange.
But don't let the sweetness fool you for there is posion.
A poison that will leave you gasping for something as merciful as death.
But death isn't an option and torture is a reality.
So come a little closer and let me see your face.
I know it's been a long time but you probably still look the same.
Same black eyes and rosy red lips so sweet to touch, so easy to forget.
But don't let the memories blind you for neither of us is still the same.
You grew wings and learned to fly,
And I supported throns that pierce my heart.
A heart that once knew how to love,
But now only knows what hatred tastes like.
I am not the same girl you found sleeping on the street.
I am not the same soul you though you could easily weave.
I may look the same but I have changed too much, too much to recognize who I was before I gave up.
YOU ARE READING
Fallen angels
PoetryThis is a book of poems and short stories that i have written during a rough period in my life. I wrote it to help me and others go through depression and such. I hope for who will read those poems to be better and happier
