We were locked,
Just us and a room.
Beating over door,
with our wrong decisions.
Game turned over,
at us, the players.
Hitting hard in the heart,
we had hurt ourselves.
Blinding lights,
Hold each other tight.
Bleeding eyes in search,
of truth when all we made was lies.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
