You took your time
To stare into the abyss
Long enough for it
to stare back at you
In its eyes
The revelation unfold
A secret that I was keeping
From you
You saw the monster in me
You begged to be set free
You didn't
You never really did
You broke the chains with your hands
Stood up and ran
For your life
Now you are standing there
With your back to me
Why can't I reach out to you
What is this spell
That you have casted between us
A wall that separates us
A door locked from the inside
I have nothing more to hide
I have nothing else to lose
I've lost it all
Once I realized
That I was falling for you
Won't you turn your face
To me
For one more time?
Before the light goes out
And I'll be left on myself
To cry
For the thousandth time
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Words of A Bad Writer
PoetryHere lies the stories the words that speak of miseries that sometimes sing of beauty that some days lace with mystery but all the time dance in purity of a broken spirit writer * A collection of writings and poetry*
