Tragedy Of The Heart - Poem by Pain's FallinAngel
Two years of sweet nothings
making me melt
I tried to stay guarded
I couldn't fall this time no
telling me how you wanted to cuddle me
How you wanted me there
a fire burning in my soul.
Then you said the killer words
' I love you'
Sending me over the edge
plummeting into the fire pit of desire.
I tried frantically grasping
For something to keep me up a little longer.
I catch hold of the remaining side of the wall of doubt holding on to dear sanity.
I can't let myself fall no not again.
I have tried to cheer you up make you feel good.
My grasp started slipping.
When we started talking again I'd call you before work and I felt loved and special. And then the day
sigh that day.
I was finally going to be with you after the longest two years.
I knew when I saw you in person and get to see your perfect face and look into those gorgeous eyes , oh man those make you melt, heart flipping sweet loving crystal eyes. And touch your flawless soft moon kissed skin, And smell your highly intoxicating scent that instantly soothes the soul.
And to feel your arms around me making me feel safe and at home. Your featherly light touches when you noticed I was sad or just because sending chills all over me so strong that I loose grip and it's to late I fall into the flames.
It swallowed me instantly I was a sucker I would've done everything and anything for him. I knew I shouldn't of I know he didn't feel the same.
He was to good to be true He was everything I wanted. I was everything he didn't. We were on the same page in the same chapter but of a different story.
There ends our story.
A tragedy without a beginning,
Only an ending
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