Give me more, give me something just enough to live for
Around the corner, by the end of the road
Where my feelings were thrown
There lies the most beautiful pieces of my desperate soul
Don’t go yet
In the meantime, hold the threads of my heart that surpasses your fingers when you pretend to hold it
Sing and whisper to my ear, I want to hear the sound of your orbit
Promise me that we’ll go to the forest of my deepest fantasies
To live within the loops of my dreams
Don’t give me hope
Don’t do anything you said you were going to do
Don’t look at me like that
Because by the end of this tale our love will be hanging on the rope
The black shallows dove in along with the abyss of your eyes, following, the warmth of heart
I could be many things, but I couldn’t be you
I couldn’t stay quiet about my feelings
Prattling about his life I became a muse of his story
Life without you is nothing more than a speckle of dust in this planet
But that’ll go away soon, every breath of fresh air I take heals the wounds you cut open
The midnights hunt me, and the nightmares are out for bounty
I’m deteriorating myself waiting for someone that doesn’t seem to care
Can’t stay here, I’ll take train for the next fare
My love was wrapped for you in a crystal box
When given, you opened it and shattered it against the wall
I cannot live and maintain a smile
I cannot stand here and make as if your echo stopped walking that mile
There are so many things I’d like to tell you
Like how I want to end it, I need myself
Words won’t come out of my mouth
The moment I lay eyes on you the curtains close and it’s just you and me one last time
One last time I care, I breath beneath you
You leave and I feel stuck
Don’t return this time, don’t listen to my mind
I’ll call you a million times, don’t pick up
I’ll soon be resting on top of that mountain I’ve always dreamed of.
- Author: magzzbaby ( Offline)
- Published: August 21st, 2024 10:33
- Category: Love
- Views: 8
Comments3
A hard road of unrequited love and a toxic partner. Liked the imagery.
Thanks for sharing.
Loss is a difficult thing and sometimes is buried under protective barriers Lovely
Excellent write
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