A pause, a breath, a feeling
Maybe this isn't right
The iron will returns
My brand is my own
Why stop?
I've come so far.
*
And yet..
*
Here I find
All that I've left behind
Mon couer, m'amore...
*
The only solace I could see
From this world of insanity
A crimson tide of suicide
Loss bled from each cut
Just one...
Is never enough
*
Here I find
All that I've left behind
Mon couer, m'amore...
*
It's too easy to let go
To drop pain for swift release
But something stops my hand
Above all the way
A crumpled letter, a battered book
A photograph of us...
*
Here I find
All that I've left behind
Mon couer, m'amore...
*
Where did all the dreams go
Of inspired fantasy?
What of the childish whimsy
You called forth in me?
Tears start to fall
Where did I go wrong?
*
Here I find
All that I've left behind
Mon couer, m'amore...
*
The frame smashes against a wall
Shattered glass lies all around
In these walls of mirrored sound
Drowned by cold reality
My bloody heart sinks
God only knows
what holds me up now.
*
Some are born to sweet delight
I am bound to endless night
And still...
*
Here I find
All that I've left behind
Mon couer, m'amore...
*
Pourquoi moi?
Mon Couer
For those of you used to my pretty up beat poetry, this might weird you out. It was sparked from a mixture of some dark dreams and even darker memories. I'm not going to name the people it's for. You know who you are. Please excuse the improper french grammar.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
