The flow has stopped
I 've got no more blood to bleed..
All that remains
Is ice in my veins
Smash these walls
Set fire to my dreams..
I could never tell you
What it means to mee..!
Its a prison
A warning for my emotions
A blockade for the desired undying affection
Its a scar carved, on my heart
Please juss tell me, it's not cast
Prove me somebody, it's not real
But, it must be right? ?
Its here with a name
The names philophobic
Tattooed across my brain
Empty and broken
The cries kept unspoken
Muffled tears
Of a locked up fear
Frozen solid
Yes! ! : '(
I'm philophobic
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Zainab K. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.