I'm an eighteen year old girl who lives for and in her poetry. Each line tells a story in its own unique way. My poetry is not my poetry; it is the story of my life. |
It's not so much a peom, as it is creative...
Copyright Poets of the Fall - Sleep...
I promise you this time
You will not see the tears that I bleed...
When the ringing amplifies in your head
The cloud of mist engulfing your sight...
There is a boy,
For that is how every good love story starts...
Echoes of this shattering heart
Like a grinder of the human spirit...
Memories, they'll paint a tainted picture
Where his laughter is now your tears...
Soft whispers against bruised lips
His butterfly kisses are cold...
My heart implodes so perfectly in my chest
The breath escapes my lips in a sigh...
How could I ever prove my love to you?
How could I ever say the best to you...
The sun's brilliant aura |
I do not live in the moment, I live for the moment. |
It is but crimson lettering on parchment of flesh |