In this world, my mind is torn
How can love, wash ashore?
My weary eyes are on the road.
Thoughts are soaring in the sky
So is doubt, I cannot lie
you are all I said, an illusion that disappeared from sight.
Will I ever be free?
These thoughts about you, weaken me
Unfortunate is my soul, I can't stop now, this curse is bound.
You are all but a fairytale, In my mind, a never ending tale
Where memories dance and stories talk,
My, Isn't love a thrift curse?
It's true, it's true.
I can't deny, I am a fool!
For wanting someone, a mere illusion
If I'm a rose, you're the thorn
Life goes on, is it unknown?
I say my vows, empty and hollow
For what I truly cherished, was your sorrow
Complex is what I really am
I don't need lies, a bitter glance.
Maybe not in this world, where love has been torn
I could've been yours, no one really knows
Maybe in a world far away, I'm with you
Bright and sane.
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Author:
Irene Luzhin (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: January 24th, 2026 05:40
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem means alot to me, like–the world. I lost a very dear friend, it wrecked me emotionally and physically. I couldn't bear the thoughts and thus, wrote this. She isn't dead or anything, I just suffered severe betrayal. She betrayed me on so many levels that crosses the line for insanity. I had to end it with her. And it wasn't easy. It was messy.
- Category: Gothic
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