These tears are acid, my thoughts are darts
Why must their target be my heart leaving too many holes to know the start
Though I once had a person to fill those wounds
They filled them with sugar and made me brand newI was a beautiful doll
Rosey cheeks and all
But then left that boy
Was I only a toy?Once sweet little caverns
Now salt filled taverns
They'll hand me a beer
Of blood sweat and tearsI'll get drunk on my pain
Seeping through my veins
I'll lie here awake
Waiting for my heart to breakFor it to overdose
On my unending sorrow
But my brain has already chose
To wake up tomorrow
YOU ARE READING
My Heart And Soul For You
PoetryThese are my midnight musings, my afternoon antics, and my sunrise shenanigans #34 poetry ~April 12th 2022 #1 personification ~April 12th 2022 #1 in figurative language ~February 16th 2021