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 breakLike 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 careYou are my thorns
and I am your rose
You are my glass
and I am your stoneOur scarves are not knitted with friendship
there are no cuddles, hugs or kiss
Theres just a fire
We hate each other;
we have become enemiesYour 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 lowCan 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 blandlyWe 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...