As I look at the two hands before me:
Both lived the same number of years,
I can’t help notice they've aged so differently
Models of divergent lives it appears.
One hand is soft, a forgery of youth;
Evidence that love does not flow here.
The other is withered, satisfied with truth
The great love she has given is shown clear
Throughout the years the love of the withered
Has been extracted by the ones she holds dear
Though the hand is wrinkled, no youth being delivered
My choice is the worn hand, for no love is something I fear
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
What day was it that I lost your love?
Was it when I gave you everything I had,
Did I lose you because everything wasn't enough?
Should I have given you my skin and my ribs, too?
If I would have wrapped up my ****** heart,
Would that have been enough for you?
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
I feel sorry for my heart
It got a taste of bliss then it was torn away
Lost in my mind, I think of you and my heart remembers
How sweet you made me feel
I come back to reality
And my heart shrivels and cries for you
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
Do what you want to me
Touch me and soothe me, kiss me and hold me
But know once you have me, there’s no giving back to me,
The words that you said to me, the feelings you knowingly gave to me
Don’t fill me with false love and passion if all you plan to do is use me
Instead just punch and smack me
Because my arms and face heal faster than my heart does
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC