Leave all these hearts ripped and broken....
You will soon be frightened by all the blood stains...
So just hand me the rope
and I'll slip the knot....
I've mistaken you for hope
and this blades all I've got....
The archer of lies
your arrows have pierced deep...
A foolish knight without his armor
left helpless on love's battlefield to weep...
Stab wounds left from nights
watching you look into his eyes...
Trails of blood leading to your doorstep...
I guess this wouldn't be the first time
you've walked all over my insides...
This is liberally spiced with metaphoric gems. A classic piece. Rgds, Ivan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ive read this a few times i love the picture it paint its a veiw not often looked at at somthing so comen in this day in age all your poem are amazing like u