~Anonymous~

March 13, 2014

She sits in the corner, singing herself to sleep.

Wrapped in all the promises, that no other boy can keep.

She no longer cries to herself, no tears left for her to wash away.

Just her poetry, like mine, left of empty pages

spilled with blood, and feelings gone astray!

You have to believe, love, dream, and inspire!

Lets have some faith! But it has been broken!

Tears must me shed! Now lets do some living!

Because our love is dead!

I'm drawn to you! You have me under your wicked spell!

Your exactly my brand of heroin because your my drug!

I fell hard! I fell hard for you!

Look into the mirror, and fix yourself up!

Wash away those tears and be strong honey!

Suck it up! (You have too!)

No one else can know!

Put your war paint on, and smile dear!

I'm finally coming home, time to our self, time to be alone.

Walk away, you have to pretend your fine!

My heart longs for someone like you!

My soul dies for you!

My eyes cry for your when your gone!

And my empty arms reach out for you!

I tried to write your name in the sand,

But the waves washed it away!

Then I wrote your name in the sky,

But the wind blew it away!

So I carved it on my wrists,

For all the mistakes I have made!

But I finally saw that it belongs in my heart

And so it will stay!

~I am anonymous.

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