Is my heart not meant to be?
This nonsensical irrationality, it hurts me.
After struggling with emotion, it was time for it all to end.
You were like a prince to me, a protector, somebody I could rely on.
However, I've learned over time: don't trust anyone.
Those over and over have betrayed me, no matter how much I meant in their memory.
Now, the hope I have has grown and spiraled, what is the point, when despair blossoms?
Like the petals of a blood-stained lily, it's shaded a dark hue.
Falling off one by one, it's a sign of my now gone love.
One day, I found a figurehead I trusted for once.
As much as the others, though it was risky.
I learned that you cannot endure those you don't truly know.
Lies that have filled their heart, seeking asylum wandering through the dark.
Never will I be able to speak again, it's all coming down endlessly.
This is the note it's on, the final tune.
Arguing is useless, as emotion is as well, fruitless.
The all seeing eye, it can see me as I cry.
These tears mean nothing, and yet is it true?
The emotion you lack, it's calling you.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoesíaLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
