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Last of My Wretched Heart
The wind screams as you turn away
The world grows colder this wretched day
So many words we are unable to say
It feels like a Tuesday, yeah, definitely a Tuesday
On these words I'm choking
The tragically misspoken
I'm nearly heart broken
Our wounds new and open
So I wrap this love in it's death shroud
Our obvious misery written plainly in frowns
The words on our lips die without a sound
As we bow to the crowd, yeah, just a little bow
On our tragedy we are choking
So many words left unspoken
I'm silent as I'm ripped open
Untitled song of the heartbroken
Your moniker is written on the stone of my heart
Every fiber of my being feels like it's being torn apart
I have always wanted you from the start
We're not a masterpiece, yeah, not a work of art
On this feeling I'm choking
With these lies I've spoken
I'm the reason I'm broken
I bear the hand that tears me open
I dug the hole like I've been digging this lie
So every pull of the truth comes from deep inside
I want to follow you into the desolate night
Instead I hide my eyes, yeah, I crawl back into my disguise
With sorrow we are choking
Misunderstood and misspoken
Torn apart and ripped open
Nothing left unbroken
I buried it deep and never turned back
I bricked up the wall, covered every crack
The smile on my face hiding the feeling I lack
I can't get it back, yeah, I've lost my tact
On my words I'm choking
The lies I've spoken
Every scar torn open
So lost and broken
The magnet of you pulls my attention near
The North on my compass, your words run clear
It's evident, yeah baby, I've realized my dear
The one that left me was the one I always feared
On these words I'm choking
Leave nothing unspoken
I feel as if I'm being torn open
The tragically heartbroken
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