Was there ever something holding me away from you?
And did your dreams come true?
The ones that bled blue?
My heart began pounding, and my blood fell cold
My moment seemed to escape me
the one that told me to escape you.
I felt entranced for a long-time
And in that, I fell into that trap.
It was scary and painful
My heart yearned and my soul felt weak.
A lot of people will say
"She saw it was coming"
"She fell prey"
"He fed on her"
And I agreed with them wholeheartedly, that day.
I did nothing to blind myself from the expected.
Because I sat with all the shots
And I took most of them, too.
I don't cry anymore.
But when I do
They are painful wails
That are simply holding me away from you.
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"...beautiful dreams, and the Skeletons-!"
ПоэзияShort poetries about looking back on accomplishments and/or, understanding where they simply came from. [A compilation consisting of some dark themes.]
