Prick me with those thorns
Stab me in the back.
Looks are deceiving-
Like a rose-bed.
I bloomed in your garden
But you left me to wither
With someone another:
You spent your Christmas
Kept me on a shelf
Like the dolls you played
With your toys -
A museum can be made.
A traitor of happiness
You terrorize ma-self
I pray to God everyday
Can he take you to hell
You made me a jewel
Your necklace, a diamond:
Pretty but useless,
Expensive but clueless
Blue silky nights
White pearly eyes
Red dim lights
Dreaming-
while I cry
I don't bleed blood
Cuz it's all sucked up
I don't fly anymore
My wings been torn long ago
Can you stop
I'm not a doll
I'm not some art you can make
My life's not a game you play
When spring came,
I bloomed, you wilted
I'm not a candle
I won't light or melt in your presence
Give me the looks you want
I was pierced so much, it won't work.
The knife you stabbed me with-
was so blunt, it didn't hurt.
Bye, I moved on
I won't come to block one,
I won't return.
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Unsaid words
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...
