It feels like utter winter
Where there is no warmth
Just simple bitter
That comes to simmer
Bitter heathens
In search of swarth
How can't I feel in this winter
Any deserved harth?
"I fold. "
You would say in a card game
And with a blindfold
Each time you made a poker face
I was sold...
For whatever you had to tell
I'd believe without needing to sell
I'd crack that shell
And I discovered the tale...
It is just like Oscar Wilde said
"Cowards do it with a kiss."
And I was there at your bed
Quivering, anticipating our bliss
But it ended up being the brave way;
You used a blade when I least expected.
Betrayal and love just don't mix
And as I myself
Plunge the blade even deeper
Tears silently stream down making a river...
How can I love so purely
And unscathingly
Yet I know why you're not desperately cherishing no matter what is
Our destiny?
You're just among the others
And that's okay with me?
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Poems: The Dark Secret
PoetryThere's a lot you can know by mere words mashed together expressing feelings, thoughts, and you revive memories and share an exquisite unique connection with that person. And that is why I love doing poems and I hope you reader, like them as well. S...
