Wrapping his heart in feathers, she pulled it closer to hers.
Pink, red and blue
Petals covering the black her heart held.
Feathers holding the two hearts in love together.
Soft hands grabbing her heart pulling it away and breaking what was there.
Leaving the feathers that held her so tight,
Drifting farther into the darkness as the colors fade.
Going till she's almost gone,
A bed of rose petals catching her as the light at the end of the tunnel appears.
Every petal feeling different.
One soft, another rough and others soaked in tears.
Plastic red roses forming feelings that don't exist.
The once soft hands became calloused and rough,
And with every word grabbing her tighter.
Finding the only real rose, he stabbed her through.
Bleeding through the white dress he loved,
She stopped hovering and began falling all over again into the deep abyss of depression.
- Nausikaa Arai
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My Poetry
PoetryAll the poetry that I have ever written. I do updates as often as possible. Lots of these poems are love poems. Sadly tho, they never went to any lover. So um ya, I hope you guys like it.
