||Broken hearts on my skin||
The ink engraves in my skin
The pain flows with my blood
As a punishment for my sin
Of giving into this lust
Termed as love.
One more broken heart
One more misery
One more chapter
Added to my book of history
It's funny,isn't it?
The one who used to my present
Is now just a story of my past.
The ink now dry
Just like the trails from my eyes
Till my chin
Oh how,they explain this broken heart on my skin!
Arms full of broken hearts
Eyes devoid of sparks
Awaiting I stay
For to come a day
Where these broken hearts can be repaired
Where this ink can be joined
Where this heart can be whole again.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Caged
Poesía------------- Does my bird of red even matter? Caged or free Tormented it remains. -------------
