"Like a plumb before full bloom,
Bitter to the lip,
Begging amour to consume,
But only tears fall to hip.
Weeping like a willow,
Feet moving on their own,
lost in an endless sorrow,
Knowing... Feeling all alone.
......................................
Sturring among shadows,
your darkness does unwind,
once a steady beat, now froze,
leaving open your fragile psycho mind.
The fear has made you hard, the dark has made you blind, but even though it cant be seen, these things you still can find.
the cold heart seeks heat to fill the empty hole that nothing will, and even through the pain of fait is like a hell the clock still changes slower for the bait then for you it ever will." ~HSE
( oh my god, hope the second half doesn't suck.... just felt like adding on to the first bit)
COMMENTS
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markus666
21:21 Nov 25 2016
Interesting poetry. I really enjoy it.