2.9.
~Torn tears
Tearing through
The broken pieces
A Artist lives in~
Sun rises break
in my 3: 15
dreams
Shattered glass
and
Stained hearts
Bitter sweet are
the memories
of the ways I
maintained
the bruises you
left me
A broken pretty
reflects in the
eyes of a new
beauty
Bare skin
and
Skeletons
are becoming
my best company
Feeling lighter
I light up the
last cigarette
you gave me
Inhaling
your name
Only exhaling
so I can inhale
you again
I forgot how
good your
rhythm felt
I always forget
How good it
felt
to be the
pleasure
of The Gods
and My Men
It's tempting
so tempting
with their
bad
intentions
I'm just a
tragic event
You confused
magic with
I thought only
The Devil could
get me that wet
Still confused
by the feathers
found in my bed
And if you would
let me love you
Well
that's exactly
what I would
of tried to do
But my love
has become
as cold as
the midnights
who have lost
their moons
The lace of
lovers tell
captivating
stories with
their satin
bodies and
silk scars
~Welcome to Heaven
Avoid it if you can ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem