Bruised and Broken

Bruised and Broken

Tattered and Torn

All of the pieces lay on the floor

This abused heart bleeds out alone

All she needed was a ring of the phone

The simple way out, where breath not dare

Finally her eyes give in to a black stare

Misused and Misled

Pale and Passed

The mirror in which she practiced her mask

Around her are the shards of glass

The grains of wood take on a different tone

Perhaps she would have thought differently if only she’d known

The lives she took were not only her own

 

Weeping and Weary

Lonely and Lost

He just now finds out love comes with a cost

With the blood on his hands, he knows this is real

Too late in realizing the pain she could feel

The words, the laughs, it was all just an act

Thinking back now, he remembers their pact

Determined and Deadly

Frightened and Fierce

The confidence doesn’t hold back the tears

Knowing they were stripped away from all the years

The blast of his life leaving his body

Next to her he lay

Forever in their sweet decay.

Reviews

[Poems]

A morbid tale told in rhyme. Each sentence is clear and straightforward which is a big plus with me. Your skill in translating events makes the story complete albeit sad. You're very good. Welcome to WC. Great writing.

[A. Amos]

This was deep and spoke volumes to your readers, great piece of art!

[Eponine Josette]

Thank you!

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome...