A Picture Painted Clear Poem by Amy rhian Oleary

A tear from my eye, like blood from my heart, they never saw me cry, even when so far apart, still now the see me giggle, only then I would be joking, now they read my riddles to find my heart was truly broken! They'd look so deep inside me to see some sort of tear, to sumhow find what I would hide, a picture painted clear, my body it was wasting, my backbone broke in 2, so sweet to bitter tasting from defending things I did not do! So badly bruised yet so tight lip'd now they see a different pattern, a taste of poison inwhich I had been dipped, I sighned my soul to Satan! Awaiting my turn when my heart will tell tales, truths about each and every one, only then I will be smiling for days, as my heart now belongs to sweet heaven above!