like a sailor
lost at sea
with an unrest,
high tides and gruesome waves
my heart is drowning slowly
in the ocean of tears
you left behind
the moment you cut the rope
connecting my heart to it's anchor.
- you.
now the storm is coming
no land in sight
no lighthouse for a guide
no home to search
- home? funny word
it holds no meaning for me
what will now become of me?
with my heart wrecked,
drowned
and lost in the storm
you started
with nothing to hold me safe and tight
with the rope cut and gone
you were meant to save me.
yet you left and where you went
you caused unrest
maybe if i make it out
find the shore
and with new strength
sail again
out in the open
i will have learnt my lesson:
never to let anyone with sharp objects near my heart again
- broken images count too
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poetryour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
