Blind to the wall that is crumbling, crushed by you who speaks without consideration
Hastily, this one will cover your innocent eyes
You must not feel the pain of a thousand knives running through your heart.
You who must not lift this burden, ever!
The bricks that rebuild only to be consistently knocked down again and again. This is what you do to me.
I have grown tired. Picked up a thousand times, the hands have molded an imprint on the clay.
My bitter dream squeezed by the hands of you, gingerly into the world, dripping. The glass of water can only save one, not two.
I beg the mirrors: "Do not reveal the defective shards, please?"
Suffocating my every being, I choke on unspoken words.
"Why, why must you deceive me, my love?" You are unaware of my pain.
I'm sorry.
The pool is flooding. The damn destroyed.
Mother said: "Your eyes sparkle like diamonds in a crystal lake, on a sunny day."
Don't look at the scars! Wails unable to retreat explode from within.
I and you are now alone. Our paths have diverged
The tears stained the white cheeks red as they flow down the snow.
The lake now a grey storm unable to sail.
The 'sparkle' fades. The diamonds drifting away, vanishing in the ripples. The sky is now grey. This is my hell.
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The Scars Tell (poetry)
PoetryI JUST MAKE UP RANDOM BALLADS, HIAKU, POETRY, I THOUGHT THEY MAY SOUND COOL. YOU NEVER KNOW UNLESS YOU TRY RIGHT.
