A Garland Of LoveA Poem by Misty DazeWhen you think love is all about happiness, kisses and comfort...you haven't really experienced the true form of love.
Love's a disguised rose covered in thorns
Picked it up even after being warned Pricked my fingers, my insides torn The awaiting misery was born Failed to hold in my raging storms A blood drop fell on the floor Soon blood was gushing out, more & more Just like my feelings for you I let it all out, a soothing view Forgetting all my regrets And still I had lost the bet You are standing on the podium with grace A smile of victory on your face The smile etched in my memory, refusing to be erased You failed to notice my presence in the seats While I watched you with a mixture of triumphant defeat It's like how it used to be in old movies One loves and the other don't It's like it's all I'll ever be The unnamed lover always unbeknownst The clouds were a deep shade of gray I was searching for a sunlight's ray Roaming I reached the bay But you had already left me on my own to stay Well there's nothing for you to say 'Cause for you, I always went out of my way In the end, the choice was yours Whether to stay or set on course You chose to head off, deaf to my roars I told myself that you'll come back But I can't lie to myself anymore The more twisted the lies are, the more black The more twisted the truth becomes to explore I jumped from the highest of peaks Into the ocean made up of my tears I've gone through all this once again I decided not to trade myself with pain Leaving all of you behind Is like slowly tearing the layers of my mind Picked up your pieces with my bare hand From the remains of my shattered soul Made a garland of love disguised as rose Blood mixed with tears made me understand That you won't pay the price I was the one who had to withstand Striving in this hellish paradise © 2024 Misty DazeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMisty DazeAboutI spilled the feels of my misty mind on the paper And I sang "Like snow at the beach Weird but f*****g beautiful Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful You wanting me Tonight feels impossible.. more..Writing
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