Hues of Heartbreak ➳ [Poetry]

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h.s ( before the winter) -

For my eyes could be deceiving me

My tongue twisted on the sole purpose of love

How must one know?

If this is love or its consequence

Lies half heartedly twisted into the truth, you could

Merely be an illusion of the heavens and skies

How must I teach this soul to speak the truth ?

it breathes in lies just to feel your heartbeat pounding in

Uncertainty and trains of obliviousness, I am sinned

In desires, torn between the white whispers of these lies, I

Could not know, if the feeling is an excuse of these syllables

or the tug of destiny, as it leaves me dangling from uncertain heights

My woods dark forested creatures blinded by the mistakes of the

Past, mistakes fate presents with others, I will never entirely know

This mystery, for my morning coffee was brewed in wounded dignity

And this poem may merely be another beautiful devil kissed lie.