The truth
It's a powerful thing
Isn't it?
Why else would it stay
Locked away
Behind confidentiality,
Behind fear,
Behind lies.
So many manipulative cowards
Who waited
To run away
But now
The pressure has built
To a point of no return
Emotions have erupted
And it's spilling over
And here I'll watch
Cold hearted
With a fire in my soul
Watching
Waiting
For the ashes to fall
With the truth unlocked
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoesíaA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
