For my beautiful followers;
For they are the ones that make me believe that my work is not worthless...
Days spent trying
To paint my arms red
Weeks spent crying
Over the words you said
Days spent lying
To everyone about being fine
Weeks spent sighing
Wishing you could be mine
So many moments spent
Remembering the ones I cherished
So many instants lent
Wondering why I was being perished
So much energy wasted
Recalling the promises you made
So much sorrow tasted
Being a part of the game you played
Together we started
To build our castle, but you left me alone
A beautiful princess waiting for her prince
Is now trapped in the asylum of her own...
How is it?
___________
Love,
Poetessforever6
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Echoes of my soul...
PoetryWhen action seem too meager, Words take lead When words fail to make impression, Poetry is all we need... Here I have, echoes of my soul... And I hope they touch you or inspire you in any way they can... But thanks for sparing a glance :)
