''Tell me where love goes when it's gone ''
Does it become like the sun and guides us on ?
Or does it become the wind that blows through our hair ?
How do they get to become so beautiful, it's not fair.
''Tell me where hearts go when they go wrong''
do they burn to ashes and cease to be strong.
Does the wind blow them away ?
How do they get to be free for eternity, and be okay ?
''Suddenly someone is no one''
And it seems like the demons have won.
But we won't become wind or ashes or stars,
No, we have to live with our scars.
''I've come
Undone, undone, undone
Undone, undone, undone''
YOU ARE READING
It's a journal
Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
