My SoulA Poem by VintageHottieThis is what love has done to me.It doesn't grow, It's as empty as a vacant house, It doesn't glow, It's as cold as the furthest place south, And I owe it all to you.
All my innocence was sucked dry, Until your darkness overtook it completely, With it all my faith was drained, You made a mockery of the light inside me, This should have taken an army to do, But in the end it took only one, just you.
You're a sweet talking demon, The Devil that branded my soul, You're always in a constant state of leaving, As long as you've satisfied your control, I'll still have no one else to turn to.
Casting your shadow so that I can no longer see, You leave me in the blackened abyss, Laughing at the pitiful sight that's left of me, Telling me, "There is nothing left of you to miss", I fell to the bottom, broken and sobbing for you.
Why does it pain me so to see you leave? The weight of being without you crashes against my chest, All you have done is ridiculed me, You are my one and only true love interest.
You may have been the evil one, But now I am soulless too, You may think that you have won, But there is still something I must do.
For you have ripped my heart from me, And for you I feel no pain, So I crawled out from where you left me, As your end flirted in my brain.
I walked towards you with my plan in mind, You spun around to torment me some more, I then placed a curse on you of the deadliest kind, and sealed it by kissing the lips of my Amore.
The monster then vanished without a sound, Leaving me for the first time, free, I outstreched my arm and then fell to the ground, Because without you there is no me.
For two soulless creatures need one another, They are like two halves of one whole being, Never being fully complete without their lover, Like a bird that never learned to sing.
My death was quiet, serene and calm, Without guilt or weight or pain, Our bodies are bound and it won't be long, Until I'm blissfully miserable with you again. © 2009 VintageHottieFeatured Review
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Added on July 9, 2009Last Updated on July 9, 2009 AuthorVintageHottieCAAboutIm 25 and have been writing poetry since I could rhyme. I've had one poem published when I was 8 and that was pretty much it. I wrote my sorrow on paper and when I tried to turn my life around I.. more..Writing
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