You don't know,
And you don't care.
My heart bleeds,
And your words still beat,
With so much venom and hate.
You said with passionate eyes
"Your existence doesn't make a difference in my life"
You don't know,
And you probably don't care either.
But I loved you.
I put you up high in the sky, hoping you could look up to see the angels.
All I got from you
Is You walking all over me
Is You crushing me,
Is You sending me to hell forcing me to bow down to the devil.
All I did is loving you deeply.
All you did was spitting on my emotions with no much thought.
So I decided to stop,
not anymore.
I want to own my heart. I no longer care.
YOU ARE READING
The Rise of A Beating Heart
PoetryA Book filled with poems sewed by my deepest feelings. It's when I began to live for what I write and write what makes me feel alive. The Rise of A Beating Heart is where I exist in each and every line.
