Beautiful ruins

This is about a land of broken hearts...

 

                 Beautiful ruins

 

Beautiful ruins.

My broken heart scartterd all about.

Blood in the fields of bleeding;

broken hearts.

I'm a prisonor to this place.

Beautiful yet painful.

Tears on the ground flow to the

river of tears.

Broken hearts everywhere.

Torn and broken.

Sliced like bread.

The blood comes seeping out

to show the bloody pain of a broken

heart.

Wounded to the core,

I cry.

This place I am never to excape.

The pain awakens everytime,

I revisit that awful place .

Where's the pleasinf pleasurable

Fairytale feeling;I so expected.

The cloak of shadow takes me in for a

ride of pain.

Fading happiness is unwrapping its

unwanted gift.

I don't want to open the painful gift.

The dreamcatcher demon takes the good dreams.

Replaced with bad,I cry through the

night.

Disarmed heart without armor.

I feel the full efect.

I need a healer's touch.

I am distroyed .

Brought back from death over and over.

My recless heart wonderd so willingly to

the call of love.

I was playing with fire.

Like a maiden waiting for her lover to

return long after my death.

My spirit waits upon your arivel.

But you never come.

Never take a stroll down heartbreak lane

in the ruins of broken hearts.

Author's Note

I'm kinda happy bout this one.hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[Sean Allen]

Nice way you begin and end with the concept of the Ruins. Blood seems to be thew theme of the poem and you might consider calling it Beautiful, Bloody Ruins or something like that. Either way, I can see how you would be happy with this poem... it is good!