Shaky, cold, but hot all over.
Heart pounding, souk quaking,
unable to recover.
Reaching for a ghost,
and landing in the shadows.
What it is that I want most,
I mostly don't even know.
Frustrated, stuck, unable to move.
I thought your eyes were brown,
but they're really blue.
Running to a standstill,
yet still where I was.
Losing my own free will,
and my willingness to judge.
Burns, scars, that just won't heal.
A wounded mind and a broken feeling.
My heart wasn't there to steal.
I can't find my self,
I don't know where I am.
My soul's lost its stealth,
and stealthily its ability to comprehend.
Reprimanded,
Finding no escape.
Knowing the road ahead
holds no better fate.
Listening to my heart
and finding out its wrong.
Needing a brand new start
and my soul a new song.
Shattered. Trapped. Pushing these barriers.
Spirit quenching, heart longing,
to be who they thought you were.
But who they want is no longer me.
They don't understand.
I'm stuck in their pity.
Stuck to the core of what I am.
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Identical Hearts
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry that I've written over the years. Stories of survival, love and loss, heartbreak and heartache. Keep reading they get better with time..
