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Given over to death, a soul that no longer weeps

at cuts that bleed and run so deep

emotion is tossed away and given up

so the lonely can't feel no matter the pain

given up on life with nothing to gain

this soul is a ghost

and this life is an unwilling host



trapped in a world it hates

eyes of black and tears of blood

with the voice as gentle as a dying dove

avoided with superstition

and scorned with utter suspicion

is there any welcome for a fallen angel

with wings clipped and soulless eyes

will anyone accept her before she dies?

I just got dumped by this guy, and so through the pain I wrote this. Gave it to him and made hime cry with my anger. Well, here's the poem.



Time immobile holds me here,

won't let me walk away.

I beg to move on,

but your picture holds me here.



Day to day, forced to see what I've lost,

I want the memories gone, no matter the cost.

Can you see the pain in my eyes,

or is it hidden when you say your long good byes?

I pretend to be your friend, but friends don't love

and then walk away, try to make peace when there's none to be had.

What was so wrong that you had to treat me so bad?



I can't help but hate you,

but can't seem to forget you.

With every day I see what we could've had,

all the times we shared, the memories held so dear.

How could I let any single person so near?



Love is a glimpse, one single kiss

of a life perfect, but broken in time.

I try to be mad, but still wish you were mine.



Weeks later, and tears gone by,

I can say I've moved on,

I no longer need to cry.

Deep down it's still raw,

but moving on I see

that we're just not meant to be.