"unfateful" poems
Her eyes reflected the tragedy she endured
She struggled daily to escape this hell hole
Her pain, was evident through the tears that rolled down her cheeks
Her cries were capable of making the strongest person weep.
She often wondered why...
Why was she so unfortunate to deserve such a fate?
Why she was not capable to give up on her life?
She burned in agony
She screamed in pain
She yelped for help, But no one came to her aid.
She was fed up but was still clinging onto some hope.
She tried to fight.... Oh how hard she tried to hold onto her life.
But he took everything away..
He stripped her from her innocence, caged her freedom and destroyed her pride.
And one unfateful day.. He even took her life.
One day, in broad daylight
He entered the house, staggering towards her with a knife.
He stabbed her, not once but twice.
Cursing her that she was reason people looked at him with spite.
He forced her into such a dark place where it's impossible to survive.
Her once porcelain skin turned scarlet.
Her struggle to survive, ceased to exist.
She was put out of her misery.
She was put out of her pain.
If only the people had believed her cries.
If only they had offered to help her fight.
Maybe.. just maybe She would still be alive.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Particularly hazy, a skeptic's dreamlike state of mind
make sure you're still alive, that you're still on this earth-
-breathe.-
A ethereal god blessing your presence, moonshine upon their maroon cheeks making them that much more endearing.
A whisp of that unfateful breath, you find yourself trembling.
Void of a sense of belonging.
Extended hands outreach for the stars that seem to shine just for them, and you're incapable of counting.
You're falling.
Falling from... What?
-open.-
A silhouette straight from the astral plane itself forms into the already fogged vision, where although unconventional, the best thoughts are enlightened.
faint already
or rather
pass out.
It would be much easier than facing the consequences of this addiction justified as ..
romance.
-
Their gravitational pull only guided you closer, just as if time itself stopped in it's tracks
the sensation of it all was far too overwhelming.
Who had really been the predator and prey here?
-
Tingles ****** at the skin, eyes glaze over with a certain type of shine only a few could pinpoint.
the initial benefits would be similar to the queen in a game of chess
masking false intentions for those who 'support'
take advantage of the pawns as you pleased
to make moves of your own.
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But you made a mistake.
You made the mistake of falling in love
When there was absolutely no intention to do so.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC