(HERE'S A WARNING THIS ONE'S REALLY SAD AND IF YOU SELF HARM(ED), LOOK AWAY)
'He isn't yours.'
'He isn't yours.'
'He isn't yours.'
'He isn't yours.'
'He isn't yours.'
The words echo in my head.
The blood mixes with the tears I shed.
Crimson ribbons drip from my skin,
The voices in my head wearing thin.
But, as the last of them disappeared,
He ran to me, his eyes teared.
With a light-headed whisper from my throat,
I recited my final, heartfelt note.
"As I die,
My dear, you cry.
But, my love, you should be fine.
Because, though I love you...
Your heart is not mine."
~Ty
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A Collection of Personal Poems and Lyrical Laments
PoetryThis book is entirely made of poems I've written over the years and unfinished lyrics/rantings that kind of rhyme. I wanted to publish them somewhere and I feel like WattPad is a safe enough place to do so without too much backlash. Please enjoy an...
