Lovesickness

Killing me softly;
with 
his heart;
Killing me softly;
from the start.
Nothing can trap me in the dark;
Though his wicked words pull me back in; 
time an time again.
For he is the darkness;
And I forgiven him for all his sins,
Even though he breaks my aching heart;
From him time an time,
His rhyming notes manoeuvre me in;
With every single line.

He is forgiven;
For breaking my walls of steel,
Sometimes thinking about him;
makes my heart feel ill. 
It doesn't matter that darkness captures the light.
lovesickness couldn't get any worse;
but It just might.

                                                                                                                       ©2016 Isabella Proe

                                                                                         

This poem is about: 
Me

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maggie2017

Rest in Peace beloved

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