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Bree Anna Apr 2015
I am but only a lowly feather
Drifting through life, caught by the wind
Searching for love
That simple affection

I am but a dove
Fragile and weak
Softhearted, kind spirit
One day it will be seen

I am but a swan
Graceful and sweet
I give it my all
My every heart beat

I am but a hummingbird
Large heart beats fast
Looking for love
To numb the pain of the past

He was but only a lonely human
Drifting through life, caught by the lust
Searching for games
Girls to play

He was but a wolf
Looking for sheep
Preying on innocence
Until he would bite too deep

He was but a bear
Liked to eat
Would ask them to cook
So he could sleep

He was but a chameleon
Blending in with each
Making them feel safe
Like the connection was deep

He was but a lion
I was but a lamb
I fell in love with the lion
He fell in love with the lamb
But he bit me
And as I bled
He couldn’t believe what he had did
I confessed my love
He didn’t walk away
But after I died
He found his new game
I need advice, constructive criticism, revisions, and help to perfect this poem. :)
Bree Anna Apr 2015
Let me ask
Does the guilt crush you?
Until you can’t feel anymore
Does it **** you?
Until you are too numb to breathe
Does it leave you empty?
To where you chase pointless hope

Because YOUR lies crushed ME
Where I cannot feel
They killed me
Where I’m too numb to breathe
They’ve left me empty
Where I chase pointless hope
That one-day maybe, you’ll truly love me
You say you do
You’ve convinced yourself
But if you did
You wouldn’t look
Somewhere else

Im paralyzed with pain
A numbing sting
An empty stain
Every day
It becomes a part of me
In every way
Who I am
An empty shell
Feelings are dead
My mind can’t tell
It’s complete dread

I try to heal
To forgive
I try to trust
You once again
but in return
I have a guarded heart
With a dark soul, like fire it burns
Are we better apart?

You’ve tainted me
Every breath
You’ve killed my soul
I’m ready to greet death

But I tell my lungs
They can’t give out
I tell my heart
To love without doubt
I tell myself
we must work through
Keep going together
A couple of two
Nausea every time
You leave my sight
I lay awake every night

You are like ******
My one true addiction I have to fight
Every dose keeps me alive
But every time
Its kills me inside
So tell me
Does the guilt make you feel alive?
The adrenaline rush of a new girl
To **** inside
Another victim to get addicted
To your sweet demeanor outside
Tell me
Does the same thing
That keeps you alive
Also **** you deep inside?
I need constructive criticism, revisions, ideas, and ways to perfect this poem. Please help! :)

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