A girl living in the present;
But her soul lays in a casket.
Locked in a room but lost in her thoughts;
Breathing, but she's one of the ghosts.
Trapped in her own invisible cage,
Her story long stuck on the same page.
Won't somebody come save her from these claws,
Of her sorry memories and sickening flaws.
She's drowning in the blue and she doesn't have a clue;
She's a living corpse, her six-feet is due.
As she stares at the sky she blames the stars,
For the day she fell; for this burning curse.
With the flashing images of the man she loves,
She stones herself with the days she starves.
The risk of giving your scarred heart to another,
Is allowing yourself to get hurt even further.
Deep down she knows she made a mistake;
But love whispered, it was a risk to take.
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Call It Love (POETRY)
PoetryLove, the most unpredictable feeling known to mankind. It's impossible to try to understand love, but let's try to venture into the world where many have entered but few have returned wholly.
