One thousand shadows that I call home.
For infinite years I've been alone.
This shattered heart, this broken soul.
A million pieces for me to hold.
These scars that mar my flesh and bones.
A dozen roses on the sacred stone.
There is no air for us to breathe.
Only blades and thorns to make us bleed.
Hold me close and close your eyes.
Our hearts will sing us lullabies.
Dark and silent they will cease.
The Devil's fire, our souls, will reap.
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Author:
Stella (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My first one that I've written so far...tell me what you think
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- Users favorite of this poem: SorrowfullyHappy, alisha
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Comments2
good right stella keep it up
This is an amazing poem written by an amazing person!
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