There, on my chest
sits a pain..so big
I can't even breathe
Tell me
What happens if I
spoke to the dead
If I become the dead
What changes?
I'm made of glass
and stones in your eyes
I break...in both senses
I'm no material for love
I loved once
and I love still
That is why
I betray you
with the gone
I'm tired of my own heart
Our careful speeches
keep me up at night
I try to fight our demons off
but I'm a lone wolf
and it's a battle for
an army
an army of two
I'm sorry
I'm used up
I'm sorry
For the pain
That I cause
the both of us
My heart is drenched
with sadness
the way the wings of a bird
stop flapping
when he is under the rain
of a foreign place
banished out of his home
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Limitless Lady
PoetryI'm tired, but I don't know how to be otherwise. I know no moderation. I'm a hurricane, and I know I'm raging. I'm a child, and I'm against ageing. I'm brutal and tender, and all the vast spaces in between. So erase the limits, my fr...
