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PaulSta SA Oct 2015
He is laying clumsy like
A corpse.Scars are internal,the bleeding is invisible.
He is hurt,wearing a bandage of pain
That howls deep inside
Like a bear roars,as he shade
A tear.

In the reality,it hit him like a nightmare
His soul sailing still,like a
Titanic underneath his
Skin,miss her swearing
She will never leave,but lies
Were against love.

Innocence on her face,
Like an angel addled his
Mind.As she was his most
Achilles Heel.
He was an epitome of
Her happiness,like no man
Can make her happy.Her
Smile a prevailer of his miserous
Life.Love for her was like
Tons of raindrops.

In the deep end,
Wearing his heart under his
Sleeves,woe be gone on
His closet,only a fake
If he is smiling.

Tears flow like water
In the sink hole,and throat was
A Sahara Desert.Wandering a
World on a pale sight like
A phantom,
Try to amalgamate pieces
Of his heart.
Reflections of my past romantic relationship
sometimes she does not recognise herself
she is not the same person from five years ago
back then, things like innocence were real
infedility was something other women practiced frequenty
other women
disloyal women
not her though

she feels tainted, stained
irrevocably ashamed
marked with a poisionous cheater's kiss
she wants to go back to wedded bliss
she is desperately looking for some way to fix it
to find some sort of reprieve

she stares into the ***** mirror
hearing the whisper of her old friend, Fear
telling her of the art of sabotage
an art she wishes she'd never mastered
what can I say?
vows were made to be obeyed
when she broke those sacred promises
her soul shattered just the same
so when she looks into that mirror
her reflection is a stranger
she wants to be anyone else
not this unfaithful mess of a shell
so she smashes that glass into tiny shards
it's time to move on
time to make a new start
fear taught her the art of sabotage
now she's making a new start

— The End —