I want our lives to be ok
to go back and have things be the same.
My perception is blocked by visions of death
I am silenced by my heaving breath.
A broken heart, a soul apart.
A bloody ending from a love filled start.
“How did we get here…How could this be…”
Says the disfigured figure looking back at me.
Her eyes are all puffy her hair is a mess
her body all mangled from life's given stress.
She longs for her lover to come set her free.
She is imprisoned here and can't seem to flee.
Has she lost him? Has he gone away?
"COME BACK TO ME LOVE I WANT YOU TO STAY"
But there is no answer, she is all alone.
No note on the table no ring on the phone.
Had it been her, had she caused all this?
Did she cause her lover to find a new kiss?
She was deathly defiled so deeply betrayed
the love in her heart so carelessly slain.
She tries to break loose from deaths tight deadly grip
but fears with the freedom her battered heart will rip.
So quiet…So lonely…The tears are so cold…
I wish for my lover’s sweet savoring hold.
How did it make you feel?
Comments
-
Sorry for the heartache.
I'm very empathic. Heartache especially, touches my heart. I know heartache all to well. It has been my companion for too much of my life.
-
-
Thank you, I look forward to your critique. And thank you for your time!!!
-


