The locket she once held
Close to her heart,
Now slips from its clasp,
And into her palm.
Her neck so bare,
From habit of wearing;
She is able to breathe,
Able to fly.
For so long she struggled,
Trying to breathe,
The locket had restrained her,
Keeping her captive.
Her shaking hands,
Open the locket one final time,
To glimpse at her tormentor,
Who looked so kind.
The smile and eyes,
So warm and gentle,
Love looking promising,
But they were lies.
The picture now faded,
The locket lost luster;
The girl can now breathe,
As she tosses this love away.
The smiles and eyes so warm and gentle Love looking promising but they were lies. Ever green, really. I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Very nice, I like the style and heartache is something we can all relate to. Nice work, I look forward to reading your future writings!
anyother one of my u favourites keep writing i want to see more from u <3
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. enjoyed it. It takes courage to break away from lies. Your words have captured it so well.