I've never felt so alone,
my heart so cold
it makes my
brittle bones break,
fragments my faith,
my stomach aches,
I'm full on heartbreak.
I need to empty my tank,
there's no more love left
in my bank, the
account balance is blank,
my soul is manqué,
muddy and opaque.
I've lost my way...
I'm growing tired
of this chase,
you maneuver with
deceitful grace,
slip without a trace
as my tears run away,
left with frayed strings.
Frayed but not broken,
lost but not found,
love is unbound,
free like wild horses.
See, I'm a nomad wandering
through the sands of time,
your heart is what I climb,
although your love is
sour as a lime.
They say that love is blind,
but where do I
draw the line
between the love
and beautiful lies?
—
4/21/23
8:33 PM
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The Words I've Never Said
PoetryA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
