today is the day of fools
not the first of april when most believe
For to day is the day when people lose their hearts and minds
Are rejected by the ones they once adored
because they aren't the ones that they required.
What a waste of gifts and money
What waste of tears
over love that is never returned or understood.
Why do i toss myself on the prye of love
Only to burn for a short while then fall away like the ashes of a moth
Born another night to do it again, trapped in a cycle of pain
Awolf tamed by the fear of not knowing the loving touch of a human hand
I guess this is what happens when your hand raised by man
never knowing fear only joy
To be tossed to the real wolves with a collar around my neck
* shakes head as i try to pull the collar off*
what a shame
Note; been awhile since i wrote poetry let alone something like this. So tell me the truth. Than you
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Broken in pieces
Frozen on the floor
left for dead by the bloody hammer
one tear felt inside
never to fall
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