A broken heart speaks love in every shattered
shard,
but the pieces of my heart speak out to you,
the darkness tries to invade and veil my love,
but the light of love keeps glowing hard
I become the candle who melts, becoming slack of beautiful faces, very few beautiful hearts
diamonds that look so beautiful and shinny, but truly, in truth, they are black
life though looks fancy but it is nothing but a ticking clock,
faces do wither with time but not love, because love is an eternal magic, that time can never reveal,
when my heart is mended, I'll let you know in a knock
even then you still want to tear in two,
please tell me in words that speak so slow,
and because your hands may get hurt,
I'll do it for you..
By DEEP DARK SOUL POET
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A Collection of Poems & Short Stories
PoesiaPoems, the rhythm of words and meaning together, a hobby intelligent people enjoy doing. I'd like to think dauntless people are capable of changing the world through writing. WARNING! This story may contain some of the following- •Strong Language •...
