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Heart
I don't know
I've crushed my feelings, they cannot show
Buried deep inside my heart
I can't give away another part
Someone once stole a deadly shard
I can't get it back, the gaping wound scarred
My heart is like glass, enfolded in a cage
I'm living in the shadows, of life's grand stage
I once fought tooth and nail to hold on
But when I gave up, he was long gone
When I cried the shadows held me near
Filled with sadness, darkness and fear
I chose to rise a little stronger
I chose to try a little longer
I flirted with death
With every single breath
But for some reason I accepted life
I left behind the blood beaded knife
Every night I count my scars
One for almost all the stars
But now I write
In the days dying light
In blood red ink
I write, about what I think
I've crushed my feelings, they cannot show
Buried deep inside my heart
I can't give away another part
Someone once stole a deadly shard
I can't get it back, the gaping wound scarred
My heart is like glass, enfolded in a cage
I'm living in the shadows, of life's grand stage
I once fought tooth and nail to hold on
But when I gave up, he was long gone
When I cried the shadows held me near
Filled with sadness, darkness and fear
I chose to rise a little stronger
I chose to try a little longer
I flirted with death
With every single breath
But for some reason I accepted life
I left behind the blood beaded knife
Every night I count my scars
One for almost all the stars
But now I write
In the days dying light
In blood red ink
I write, about what I think
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