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Two hearts bound, Twining round A thorny vine. It's yours and mine. Two hearts bleed. My guilt, your greed. You took away My yesterday. Two hearts kiss. You longed for this. I stood my ground. Now we are bound.
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Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC
Two Hearts
Two hearts bound, Twining round A thorny vine. It's yours and mine. Two hearts bleed. My guilt, your greed. You took away My yesterday. Two hearts kiss. You longed for this. I stood my ground. Now we are bound.
Why are only the morbid poems natural to me? If I try to write something happy it just seems forced.
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Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC
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