XVIII.
Arrow in my heart
Cutting
Screaming
Nothing but agony
If I would move you
Nothing more
Would come out
But blood
A crater in my soul
And pain
So I leave you there
Scratching the walls
Of a scar
Never healing
Arrow in my heart
Would you rather
Watch me bleed
Than flying through the air
Oh so free
Will you ever miss
The feeling of the love
You never got back
From me
Please
Love
Try to see through
The breaking walls
Of surrender and grief
Arrow in my heart
Growing out of my grip
Don't fall to the ground
Without spreading your wings
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Flos Chorum - (n.) Dancing Flower
PoetryThis is so bad, I'm so sorry, i started writing this when I was like 13, but anyway; •A poetry collection for lost souls• I have written all the poems in this book and the cover is also made by me. Feel free to correct any spelling mistakes and I wo...
