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Rosette Aug 2015
I will never be the same.
I have done so much that ruined me.
I have been living dead since I met you
I got myself hooked up on so many things I shouldn't be doing.
I have nowhere to run from it.
I cannot hide from anything if temptation would always find a way around me.
I don't know why I'm doing this.
I can't resist it.
I will never know innocence ever again, for it's been taken away from me.
And the man who took it from me has no plan on giving it back.
My innocence is now tainted by his touch.
His touch that still haunts me.
His words that linger on mind.
But he acts as if nothing ever happened.
I never wanted this.
I bid you "goodbye", dear innocence.
I hope you comeback.
But you, coming back to me, is like a dog inspiring a rabbit.
How could you do this to me?  You knew I was vulnerable and you took advantage of it. Heaven knows how much I loved you. But what you did to me, was unforgivable. May guilt haunt your life forever. I hope you live with the misery that you left me for as long as you're walking the earth.
Rosette Aug 2015
Take my hand, and we'll plummet to our death.
As we conquer the depths of hell,
our demons deceive us.
They would scream at us, echoing their hate.
You look at me, cynic obvious in your eyes.
I look back at you, as I saw the void of love and its extremes, right behind you.
I told you: "Take me, take whatever's left of me. For I have loved you so, that even in my death, I dream of you."
I may not be able to love you forever, for we shall perish. But remember this, my love, my heart and my soul. I will love you for a long time, and if that isn't enough; I shall love you in the afterlife.
Rosette Aug 2015
-
No matter
how good
you are
at hiding
behind your
walls.

There will
always be
someone to
find a
way
around
it.
And they would always get the right tools to break your walls down.
Rosette Aug 2015
-
As I look from afar
High on marijuana
I think of you

All I feel
Is melancholy,
Drowning myself
From the
Sadness

I couldn't
Breathe
Seeing you
Head over
Heels for
Another    
Girl
Why can't you love me, as much as you love her?
Rosette Aug 2015
you
-
you
try to
live,

even
though
you
know
that,

you
are
dead
We live by choice. And it is if we believe that we are alive.

— The End —