I opened my heart
So I could see
What kind of things
Awaited me
Not trusting
Was a gift
When you came
Things shift
Opened once
Opened twice
This heart of mine
Melted ice
Let you in
For a spin
Unknowing that truth
Was ever so thin
It hurts to say
It hurts to know
That all of this
I have to let go
Deep conversations
Philosophical talks
But nothing could stop
The sound of the clocks
Tic Tac
Tic Tac
It is time
For everything to go black
Secrets unfold
Wicked tongue
My heart and soul
Again stung
Remove yourself
Thicken your heart
Take the pain
Turn it to art
Do not fall to illusion
Do not make such mistake
Head up high
No matter the ache
My heart spilled
On these pages you read
Know you were another
To make it bleed
I let you go
With this poem of pain
Getting to be your friend
Was all in vain
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Author:
Agiel (
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- Category: Friendship
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Comments1
Interesting, the pain is so prominent but is expressed beautifully. Like a beautiful drawing, ripped to shreds, yet repaired. It's a confusing feeling. Yet it brings me to the conclusion, are you okay?
Thank you. And, I'm always okay.
Somehow, that seems inconclusive. But I could be mistaken, so okay.
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