Such pretty green eyes;
Can they see it now?
The danger of second guessing
A lack of communication.
Mistreated souls,
Both totally void of it.
Gripped by incessant fears,
Smothered in a hopeless dream.
Beneath the storm,
I watch the pieces fall away.
Revealing
A face as ragged and aged,
As the pages on which I once wrote
With such intense passion
Now out of fashion
With the immense impossibility
To seal the pain from an open heart.
I'm feeling so tired,
So uninspired.
A mind corrupted
Is a bitter heart in disguise
Suppressed by the fear
Of the awful depth of goodbye's
Praying for tidal waves
To make the ground give way
To a life less poisoned.
Forgive me Lord,
Have I gone insane?
Can they see it now?
The danger of second guessing
A lack of communication.
Mistreated souls,
Both totally void of it.
Gripped by incessant fears,
Smothered in a hopeless dream.
Beneath the storm,
I watch the pieces fall away.
Revealing
A face as ragged and aged,
As the pages on which I once wrote
With such intense passion
Now out of fashion
With the immense impossibility
To seal the pain from an open heart.
I'm feeling so tired,
So uninspired.
A mind corrupted
Is a bitter heart in disguise
Suppressed by the fear
Of the awful depth of goodbye's
Praying for tidal waves
To make the ground give way
To a life less poisoned.
Forgive me Lord,
Have I gone insane?
Published by Holly Matheson
With more than four years dedicated to social media, business communications and both online and b2b marketing, I have assisted many companies as well as individuals in building strong and successful digital... View profile
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