Untitled 17A Poem by DarkPoet
I was tired of holding on I let go
My hands ruptured by your grip my blood flowed Your roses pricked me more with their thorns Your kisses stung my face and it burnt Scarce were your visits and attention Like warders checking on prisoners in detention I was desperate for you to stay But my entirety was an object for your play How painful it is to make a home Of those who will eventually leave and roam? How sad it is to always put up a font To fill my love and attention's want I was tired of hiding ugly parts of me So you will stay if you don't see Of being with you yet feeling so alone Your actions constantly showed I was on my own The future with you I didn't know So I had to let go © 2019 DarkPoet |
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Added on October 20, 2019 Last Updated on October 20, 2019 AuthorDarkPoetLagos, NigeriaAboutLife is short Capturing my thoughts All is dark with an occasional glimpse of the sun By my words I may or may not be remembered after I am gone more..Writing
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