An endless abyss.
An endless bleeding heart.
An endless amount of pain.
An endless amount of broken dreams.
They cut me like glass.
I don't know why I can't let them go.
Over and over I get cut.
Just let me bleed.
I can't let go of forgotten dreams.
I hold a dying rose.
A dying hope.
To my chest I'll hold it close.
The sharp thorns pierce my heart, my soul.
It hurts less than letting go.
What difference does it make?
These tears will spill.
This poem I still will write.
All because I hold a dying light.
So with each broken dream I return to.
An endless abyss.
An endless bleeding heart.
An endless amount of pain.
An endless amount of broken dreams.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Broken Stars
PoesíaDeep poems about sadness, anger, regret, heart break, and much more. These poems are written during bad times in my life. Highest rank is 292 in poetry.
