It rests cold against my skin,
deep crimson decorating my
broken dreams. Hopeful of times
of happiness and wishing for
another day..
Your never there, its always her,
always her you love, always her
you think of. We, oh us, are just
something...
Breaking, I love you, but as friends
of course, that's only appropriate, i'm screaming for you to
notice me, but your eyes are on her.
I fade away, sinking into the background
behind you, your eyes still on her, while hers are
on his, mine always on yours.
You broke me and crushed my dreams,
but i'd pick them up my pieces and put
them in your hands,
trusting you to fix me
trusting you to... love me
but you have eyes for her.
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Tears & Scars
PoetryWriting is a good damn way of expressing, but one must be willing to be different to be heard, not to be a voice lost in the echoes of the empty hall ways. This is just my thoughts my way of expressing myself. The pen is mightier then the sword is t...
