I want to write
something so beautiful
that could heal me
in the ways,
my all broken pieces
would stick together
You see, I would love
to be healed but
the way my heart is,
I don't know if I could
It bleeds sorrow
which dries my lips
and shake my soul,
I quiver when I speak
The hesitation when
I move and the rashes
under my eyes,
tell stories of my tears
The air around has
been sucked and
my neck been bruised
I throw myself,
hoping to be caught
by the eagle of hope
This parasites of
abundance eating
my insides
My ego shatters
by the bush of desire
My palms sweating
and my face swelled
by unshed tears
My heart been rotten
and I am hiding
in the narrow basement
The fear of doing everything wrong, made me do everything worse
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White Stained Roses
PoesiaA collection of poetry about love, pain, misery and hurdles of life. A way of escape through words into the skies of freedom, above the clouds ,where no one can reach me except the bridge of melody I've tried to add roses everywhere in my...
