The base that we were built on
Were so faulty
That, now when you see me
I feel so wrongly.
The ashes of the cigarettes
And the smoke laced with nicotine
Soothes the pain
That throbs so profoundly.
You make it seem like roses
But you can't help show the thorns,
And now I am just salty.
I am not connected
So I shouldn't be affected?
The world of fantasy you live in.
I see those lies,
I see those sly
expressions you make
After you fight.
Now it's all just unbearable
And these sweet candies
Can no longer soothe my pain.
Your heart doesn't lie
In neither of you,
All you want is to
Owe each other out
And I am
Sheerly disgusted.
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The Broken Soul
PoetryIt's a collection of poems written by the 'Peace Finder' in pursuit of herself. It doesn't matter if you are a lost soul or already a well bloomed flower, you will find her work relatable and heartfelt. Her poem are not long and you can definetly s...
