Sweet words,
Makes me smile under the cold mask.
Makes me hide and disappear beneath blankets.
I laugh and giggle to my friends,
They smile and nod,
They already knew your tricks.
Why do you make me cry?
Why do you make me hide and seek for shelter
From the pain?
Your sweet words were like poison,
A relief from the never ending dark.
But it was too soon that I realised,
Death is cruel mistress.
Sweet words,
They chomp me down.
I have no funk,
I have no laughs,
My bruised hands
And empty eyes is all that is left.
You killed me,
Slowly with that knife.
The knife of the cruelest of sweet words,
I will drink them up like water.
Love me,
I want to die beside your sweet words,
They give me an empty pleasure.
How sweet,
How cruel.
Hide and seek,
Let's play your stupid cruel game,
My loveliest gem.
YOU ARE READING
Blur of Blue
PoetryBook by Goldenmaries ....... The blur of blue of your eyes. It makes me hide and scare. love me, sweetheart. or I'll be lost. ....... This book is completed.
