*Here are some songs
that my heart sang.*
Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste.
And a promise, of everlasting hope.
Lets trace these p...
P.S I wrote this poetry when I felt so happy, And it left me in wonder, how I managed to write this. Also, the very day I wrote this, I saved it on Notes on my tablet, and it got deleted.
So I wrote it all over again, but it couldn't be the very same.
But well. Never mind.
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With a needle and thread, I sew a patch of my heart. A difficult job it is, for my fingers are covered, in a disgusting sticky blood.
Steaming eyes, trying to focus, But every once in a while, my fingers slip.
Tearing upon a closed wound. A wail of agony leaving my lips.
Eyes bleeding, salty tears. Trying to wash away, the dross, the blood, the pain.
Blood is what I taste, a bittersweet drug. While some fills inside my mouth, more rushes out, from the wounds that I try to hide.
Another wail, louder, shrill, leaves my pursed lips. Followed by a trembling sigh.
Moaning loudly, though how I manage to, I do not know, My trembling fingers, tighten their hold.
Slowly, maddeningly slowly, the last wound sealed, Another trembling sigh, leaves my lips. Fresh tears, from my eyes, leak.
Lips bitten hard, Eyes, red and hot. Such a sorry sight I look. Where will I hide?
Slumping onto the hard ground, the needle falls from my hands, smearing blood, onto them.
Drenched not in swear, but in the blood that feeds, dark thoughts, that haunt my mind. Pain is nightmarish, I've come to realize.
No matter how, clean I manage to be. Gloom-ridden thoughts, visit home, every one in a while, at the gate of my disconsolate heart, stiched tight.
