Your love is deadly.
Tell me life is beautiful....
Deadly, a curse. Its a craving I need. I crave it like an addict who needs their fix...
Beautiful, it was. So fucking beautiful. We could have been so wonderful. Why do you fear me? Push me away?
I've nothing without you.
All my dreams and all the lights mean
Nothing without you.
I try to forget. I try to let go. I try not miss you. I try not to cry. Yet here I am writing this poem about you... I can't escape you yet. Why do you linger? Do you even care? Am I even a passing thought? Probably not. Fucking hope....
Stolen images, baby, stolen images.
Can you picture it,
Babe, the life we could've lived?
I could picture it all. The beauty of our broken souls coming together to make a whole new piece. We fit together you and I. Or was it just another lie? Stolen images cloud my every thought... images that aren't real. Oh my heart breaks knowing.... it was never there... Stolen images of happiness and pride. We both want and desire... or was it just me?
I live in those stolen images... because I have hope.... that we can recreate them and make them reality....
burned into my brain are these stolen images..
*this was inspired by the song, Nothing without you by Lana Del Rey. Lyrics were also used. Check out my playlist and listen to the song. Link to playlist is on my Instagram @bedofblackroses*
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Bed of Black Roses
Poesía"In my bed of black roses, I feel no sadness. I feel no pain. There is no more darkness. I feel.....at peace." -Manie Personal thoughts of a dark soul.
