Used / 8th

by 14th   May 9, 2021


Used

Used
Used
Used for kindness
Used for my heart
Used for my love
The lords angels
Have torn me apart

So much
That once my heart opened
It bled all my trust
Now what stands is the outer shell
Of who I used to be

I look down, I see
What made me
So beautiful so kind
Lovable and all above
All it takes is one woman
For a man to give up on love
———-

8th (outro poem)

Like a house
My heart, is like a mansion
of so many rooms to explore
In the beginning when you walk in
it feels so right
To good to be true
Like the love I’m giving is a dream
Something out of this world
One has never seen
There’s a shadow
Watching everything
Doesn’t matter if night or day
It watches over you in every way
Sensing, intuition
Reading, between the lines
Reminding myself
Beneath the stories
Remember every truth is a thousand lies
Happiness only last for a split second
What lays behind these closed doors
Could be something waiting to haunt you
Something you wasn’t meant to explore
No love so great
Has taking out the anger
And much hate
Of what lives in house 8
The broken promises of
“I’ll do what ever it takes”
I forever stress
What’s the point of loving someone
If the end result is ones death?
I wish they can feel
What I feel
Love is something
I can’t touch….
….Is love even real?

    report violation
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  • 3 years ago

    by BOB GALLO

    Yes my friend, It is real . Though it is not for the weak hearted. (not you because you sound like a survivor no matter how hard)
    Rumi says the love of nightingales for flower is not real because as soon as siting on the thorn they bleed and cry out, but the love of moths for the flame is the most authentic one because they silently burn to the end until they flee this world to enlightenment and become one with the fire.

    This is a lovely poem and and beautiful to read. thanks for sharing.

    • 3 years ago

      by 14th

      Thank you. I hope to oneday share that feeling.
      ——
      Here’s a prequel of my next one

      If love is real
      It’s rare to find
      I ponder in the deepest of mist
      And think of it from time to time
      It strikes at 12 or could light a room at one
      I know it’s out there
      But do I really deserve it
      I’m meant to be alone
      Meant to be the only one
      Like a gem in the ocean
      Or a diamond in the sand
      The world doesn’t understand
      The depths of passion
      In the heart of a honest man

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