Poetry Catharsis

Sweet Lies Of Nothing.

May the heart be with you,
May the luck be with you,
May the sweets be with you,
May the dagger be with you,

For once she had taken faith,
But never did she felt safe,
And all those bruises he bit,
But never did her teeth grit.

The moon never faced the light,
The fire never touched the ice,
The blood never touched the knife,
The heart never cracked a slight.

So if I love you it'd be just for you
So if I love you it'd be just for you
Word by word she lined,
Stutter by stutter he fined.

And so her heart never faded,
Though his was always gated.

She mourned,
She weeped,
She begged,
She ruptured.

He leaned,
He whined,
He laughed,
He smothered.

She was pure to all heart,
He was pure to all dirt.

The girl who never lied.
The man who must lie.

Petals in red laughed in sigh.