Your words like bullets penetrate my heart, I bleed the tears I cry
I live in misery wishing you loved me as each day passes by
I long for you to hold me, my body aches with need
I know you don't love me as these tears I bleed
My heart is dark and dying, my soul weary from trying
My body feels like dying, yet I bleed the tears I'm crying.
You pretend and say you love me, But I know it's not true
You lie and say you love me, I love you too.
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Awful Beauty
I can't say that everyone has felt like this, because I can't know these things. I can say that your words, in so few lines, have managed to capture the very essence of unrequited love in such a way that anyone might uncork this bottle and take a sip of this very bitter draught.
Thank you.
This would be better in the Poetry section than in a blog, because people looking for beauty in literary form will probably look there first. If you need help migrating it, just let me know. We are here to help. :-)
I am a mirror; all depth seen in me is an illusion. -- MRH