This magical force
Beckons me to my core
Like when you see a horse
And you don't need to search no more.
When you try to get there
But they push you away
And now you may go nowhere.
Then you are led astray.
When you can't stop
But you must stop
Your mind says stop
But your heart won't stop
It will never stop
My heart has broken
the pieces fit into the pores of my skin
As I try to say words unspoken.
Who's arms are you lying in?
Not mine.
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Parts Of The Story
Poesiathis is gonna be a book full of poems that tackle the idea of dark romanticism. I have recently began writing again so I wanna start on a clean slate. like and comment as you feel and hope you enjoy! It is done I have finished this book
