she was a melody,
he listened
she was a lost soul –
he led her
she was drunk of her own feelings
he pulled her upp
she was a failure
he didn't believe her –
it was wrong,
all of it
how could someone like her,
be a broken soul,
ruined by her own will
hit by reality – that wasn't her's
she used to tell him she was sorry
he let their lips touch, gently
and whispered under his breath
don't be, cause even someone like me aren't perfect – but in my eyes, you are the night sky, the ocean and the poetically moon.
My everything and a lot there between.
YOU ARE READING
► BAKOM ALLT - a swedish poetry
Poetrypoesin jag vräker ur mig för er tillfredställelse varsågod ; Bakom leendet döljer sanningen sig. Glimten som fanns i ögonen har slocknat. Hon andas men känner sig död inuti. låt mig falla ner i ett hav av sorg, brinna i en vulkan av ilska frätas sö...
