tired
exhausted
what a long day
I'm in my room
at midnight
deciding whether
I should write poems
or go to sleep
"just one more poem"
trying to find my book
I turn on the light
falling back in fear
someone was in my room
seated peacefully
so calmly
gazing directly at my eyes
through my soul
what lovely eyes
I couldn't take my eyes off of them
they got up and left the room
I couldn't help but follow them
I was led to a room
no ordinary room
a world
full of blossoms
the first field was full of daises
the second one was full of tulips
running through the fields
trying to find them
the third field was full of roses
and there they were
standing from afar
signaling me to come
walking slowly
towards this mysterious person
they started to admire the roses
I can't judge them
the roses were stunning
they have an addicting
warm fragrance
what a breathtaking scenery
"Who are you?"
I didn't receive a response
they picked out a rose
and handed it to me
I took it from their graceful hands
but the rose turned black
as black as night
and within a heartbeat
all the roses around me were black
I look up to them
their eyes weren't
the eyes I had been admiring earlier
I felt a knife on my neck
what a sweet trap.
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Captive hearts | Poems
PoetryAs a new poet, my goal is to comfort and cure other hurt hearts out there. I dont use ink to write i use my blood, every wound you have will be healed reading this book. I can guarantee you every part brings you to a new dimension . Poems of struggl...
