They speak of hearts
like sacred beings
Things that think
that can really feel
Its just like meat
a muscle, sore
It runs and beats
till it can no more
Cells and blood
and fibers strong
It knows not right
nor ever wrong
Oh what it is
to blame your woes
on a fleshy heap
of bleeding pores
Your heart does not
bring you pain
Blame yourself, if you must
for all this rain
This water spouting
from your orbs so dark
it tastes like death
it leaves no mark
This river lives
upon your face
'Twould be dry
had you stayed in my embrace
But I scare you, yes?
with love and care
who broke you, my love?
why is your affection so rare?
You blame not your heart
Or yourself, do you
you blame me for all
your hurt, thats the truth
You were once my light
My guiding star
You've grown dark and cold
Since you've been far
Guide me now
why won't you let me in
I may not need you
But I want you still
Feel my hand
My lips upon yours
Don't you remember
how we'd spend hours upon hours
Just looking into
each other's eyes
Smiling widely
then feeling shy
I miss your lashes
touching my cheek
I miss your voice
it made me weak
That weakness though
I'd take any day
over this harsh winter
this ice you send my way
Come back to me
Come back and stay
I need you to feel me
Don't push me away
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Random assortment of semi-suicidal poetry
PoetryFor all those who have ever felt alone, judged, pained or unworthy of love. All my work is original so I expect my readers to respect that and not reproduce it without my knowledge. x