You broke my heart by loving me.
You blinded my eyes by making me see.
Hating myself after you praised me high.
Your heart-warming welcome was my bitter goodbye.
From your blown kisses I suffocate.
You being in time made me way too late.
Your kindness shattered my morals to the ground.
My silence results from all of your sounds.
How could someone, angelic like her,
make me shout out loud, screech in despair?
How could her hands, as soft as a sheep, leave bruises on my body so goddamn deep?
How can her words, chosen with grace make blood stream all over my face?
All of the time she helped me survive, she didn't know she was ruining my life.
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Poetry"Lyrik ist die Sprache des denkenden Herzens" - Silvana E. Schneider "Poetry is the language of the thinking heart" - Silvana E. Schneider
