We have become dolls of glass
and Cinderella's shoe-
just a little tight grip
we'll break
and there will be no me, no you.
Our talks and memories
are sandcastles and claypots:
fragile
Our promises are like our love:
fake.
We are hanging by a thread
we both have our scissors
anyone can snip it
and it'll break
Like crumbled paper,
like a house of cards
Like an endless game
but still inevitable like death.
We are stuck in this loop
its become a maze
but its not fun anymore.
There is no love in the air
or any genuine care
You are my thorns
and I am your rose
You are my glass
and I am your stone
Our scarves are not knitted with friendship
there are no cuddles, hugs or kiss
Theres just a fire
We hate each other;
we have become enemies
Your laugh isn't music to me anymore
Its become a meaningless echo
Your heart doesn't beat faster when now you see me
It just sinks down low
Can we stop this game already
We have become so sensitive
it's so scary
I don't like these terms: infinity and eternity
Whats the use of them
if we are just living blandly
We were stupid that we built a castle
with mere words
They were blank and hollow
just like us.
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
