8 Years old

I have become the bad fruit that sleeps on the tree seeking wisdom, and probably love.
They say the world that raised her thought her to be cold and harsh.
Because at the age of eight, she wondered why her two arms weren't together, or why one felt so lonely, and why her heart felt like it has been lost and forgotten in to many places.
And because she asked the questions that have been in her dreams, she still thought she dreamt believing the words that flowed from her mother’s mouth to be dream like.

Her mother told her that being in that moment was beautiful and there was love somewhere between lust and hope.
But that was replaced with, millions of tears, and bitter words that were never taken back.
She realised this world fucked love, and kissed pain in the a*s.

Author's Note

Human logic pisses me of...

Reviews

[Goat]

This poem is great, it's powerful and angry. it's important to put as much emotion into your poems as you can, and I think you really accomplished that! This poem flows well and I think it's very true, love hurts and people will take advantage of you in this messed up world. Nice write, I loved it!

[La Luna]

Thank you Goat, every review you do, makes me happy, and the fact that you can understand every moment and feelings of a poem, is truly amazing.
Luna... :)