A serenade
Of promises
And red brick
With a jumble
Of colours
And sounds
Which explode
On your tongue
As sweet as
A bud of spring
And captivating
As her curves
My Broken Heart Still Beats by FlyingFox-Bat, literature
Literature
My Broken Heart Still Beats
I knew...I saw it coming...
From the day I broke ties
with a formerly mutual 'friend'.
You just started spending less
and less time with me...and
now, you have spoken not a syllable
to me in much too long.
I guess I can't blame you....
I guess the other is just a 'better friend',
even though I never did one thing to
earn being shunned in this way.
I just wish you had at least said
'Goodbye'....given closure to
a friendship I was led to believe
was true...Instead, you just leave
me here...hanging in the wind,
slowly dying of the unearned
broken heart you inflicted.
All i will say is this: My broken heart
still beats on....
I thought that the day this happened,
I would shatter, fall into a billion tiny pieces,
but I'm not falling apart, and I didn't shatter.
Instead, as I prepare for your leaving, never to
come home, I find that instead of fracturing to
the point of no repair, I have become NUMB.
NUMB, no longer capable of true feeling, no
longer able to care. For Christ's sake, i can't even
cry.....So I sit here, incapable of pain, or drowning in it,
I can no longer really tell...Because you have cut all that
off from me, and made me......NUMB.
Love Like Suicide by TheseKrimzonFlames, literature
Literature
Love Like Suicide
This love makes me cry and die,
Laugh and live, and whisper sigh
This love makes me fly so high,
Tears me to pieces, deep inside
This love feels like it's killing,
At the same time, it's so thrilling
This love sends me reeling,
Can't explain this feeling
This love is so chilling,
Feels like my blood, is spilling...
Ice flowing through my veins...
My body, my mind, my heart, my soul, encased in chains...
Am I even still alive...?
Love like suicide...!(This love is like suicide)
Every single night...!(This love is like suicide)
Forbidden even my pride...!(This love is like suicide)
Every wish I have, denied...!(This love is like suicide)
Thi
the monsters come out at night.
when the moon is high in the sky.
the monsters come out from their closed off rooms, they walk around with their closed off minds.
they drive small cars & they drive big trucks.
they cross the street without looking.
one time i’ll hit them all.