Why does it hurt so much?
In my delirious state I could feel the gentle movement of your touch
The pain in my head felt like someone was forcing my skull apart
I could feel tiny needles piercing my heart
Why are you crying?
Is it because they said I was dying?
You looked me in the eyes and said "One can only hope that they are lying"
But to me, it looked as if you were the one dying
Are we connected by an invisible thread?
I saw similar expression to my own as you watch me bled
As you stared at me, your eyes slowly filled with dread
When my white shirt suddenly turned red
You held your breath waiting for them to tell you that I was dead
And the only thing I could do was watch you and the multiple tears that you shed
Did our soul bond to each other?
Because I feel as if your closer to me than a brother
It felt like I was looking into my dying reflection
As I closed my eyes, I saw our connection
We were soulmates, we were a pair of careful selection
That would make one beautiful imperfection
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of the Hopeful & Broken Ones
PoetryThoughts of the hopeful and broken ones can be deadly Knowing not what we are thinking Like quick sand the pain and the ache have us sinking Deep down in a dark part of our mind But a smile like ours makes them have nothing to find
