All the pillows in her house soaked with tears
Like spears,
Spears through her heart revealing her deepest fears
But Tears don't fall they pierce
pierce through her heart pierce through her soul.
The echoing of his dancing footsteps...gone.
This wasn't the goal
The goal wasn't to make you run
The goal was to have childish, carefree fun
Now we're done.
The beauty in your cerulean eyes
The light inside of her dims
No it doesn't dim it dies
Dies like a star, a supernova
An array of colourful rage and sorrow
How is she meant to move on to tomorrow?
Her heart will ache with the pain of today
On Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
...
They say pain can be measurable
But she, she is unable
Unable to sing, unable to smile
His borrowed clothes, they pile
Every song she hears his name radiates through
Her pain it grew and grew
But his pain flew
Flew away, flew into the arms of another
He was her lover
She was his giver
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Poetry
Poesie30 day poetry writing challenge but the catch is... I can't write, but if you're interested in reading bad poetry written by a teenager then be my guest. Some of it is really dark but I promise I'm not a serial killer! I just like writing dark poetr...
