I am trapped and he is free, envy blossoms within thy.
I can't breathe, suffocation is near, he cries tear a tear.
I stretched my arm through the iron bars. I touched him only for a second but it left scars.
What is my life worth when I am trapped and he is free? Me and him can never be.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
I close my eyes
I can't bear to face the mirror again
The haunting anguish echos through me
It invades and penetrates this shell of myself until it threatens my existence
I don't have the strength to face it, to end it or finish it....
Instead I mask the flames of torment
Instead I condemn the pain that shouldn't exist in my brown eyes,
The window that reflect it, and hide it among the depths of my forgotten soul
Hoping that no one will glimpse its horrors
I compose myself, yet it follows me like a shadow
It waits
The monster isn't finished with me yet
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
She opens her eyes... a flash of blue, yet two shades.
A game of cards, a hand of spades.
One eye vivid and bright, a sky blue that suddenly takes flight.
The other eye is different, more darker and deep, a blue that hides in the shadows and invades my sleep.
Both eyes balance that darkness and light, I muse. Yet if I could, which one would I choose?
The answer is none for as long as the sun and moon still co-exist and the day still turns into night's mist.....
I will love her two shades of blue because darkness and light are still beautiful too.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC