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codenameDust Mar 2016
I was born broken
Yearned for a fix
Through years I went looking
Untill our first kiss

I know now
Not everything broken is bad
And I took a vow
Never again to be sad

And summers sprang
Autums dove
Winters bleaked
Untill Spring,
Another season leapt

With your hand in mine
I walked through it all
A smile revealing your teeth
Stitched my soul
And stirred me underneath

Scars turned into marks
Starting the journey
Of what essentially
Was a question
You answered unwillingly

Cause you liked me like this
Chasson eli Oct 2017
Bleaked lights,
Probing above those bright eyes,
In the embrace
Of loving hearts.

Living with a thought,
"Hatred gathers around,
Yet replied,
A recurring love."

True, I tend to annoy,
Making sense of dead horses.

True, I tend to ignore,
Spin a tale for another thought.

But marks still remain.
I'll live with this guilt,
This stress and this regret.
Along with everything that I lost,
And some that I know
I will soon lose.

But you won't know.
Won't mind or remember.
Go on with your life.
Bright and happy.

All this pain,
All this void.
I'll live with it.
Face it in each blink,
Each thought in my mind.

Because I know,
its always been me.

Because I know,
World ain't that easy.

But I will smile,
Full of content and happiness.
Because I won't
Let you know
What on my shoulders,
Drag you down with me.

For all you had done,
Whether its good or bad,
For worst or better,
I'll forgive.
I'll felt grateful.

Will redemption can I ever get?

For when a leader finish his job,
People will say,
People will remember,
"Its happened naturally."
"We done it ourselves".

True, people come and go,
But stories inside,
I will never tell.
This is a somewhat my improved take on the subject of metaphors (refer "All's on the table"). So it is very open to criticism as I am still learning.

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