Whispering words and the crying of wolfs,
Tiring Tears and the tripping of feet.
A heavy heart.
Sitting on the table.
Next to it a hammer,
And a little blade of metal.
Smashed to pieces,
Then diced up to mush,
Out of my heart,
The is no more love.
Cold and frozen,
Just to keep it good,
The machine that keeps it beating,
Can't repair the pain.
It fufils its one task,
But it no longer lets love,
Come upon it's shore...
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Yes this is extremely bad but I'm really tired so...whatever
YOU ARE READING
My Book Of Poetry
PoetryPoetry...it comes from inside, not from my mind...it comes from my heart, it's the way I express my emotion...not all of these poems will make sense, not all of the poems will be good, but they'll all hold a part of me...Hope you enjoy.
