softly as if i could break
the knife stroke my skin
and teared it like a thread so thin
until my hand starts to shake
i wanted to see what's inside of me
looking where my heart could be
after a crushed lost beat
a new rhythm is need
but everything i found was red
there was no heart inside my body
and i thought i was dead
my hands were so bloody
it was as softly as his skin on mine
i thought the blood could be he
and for a second I felt fine
but when I continued two three
i was back to bleeding empty
it reminded me of art
the art i never saw before
because he broke my kindly heart
i lost the love with more and more
was it my fault that he left?
and killed me as if we were in war
my heart is lost to a theft
i'm afraid i can't find it anymore.
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PoetryPoesie ist schon etwas Seltsames. Zumindest für mich. Es gibt keine bessere Art, seine Gefühle und Gedanken auszudrücken. Dabei kann es so wirr oder bunt oder dunkel ausfallen, wie es einem beliebt. Das Seltsamste an der Poesie ist jedoch, dass sie...