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I am very passionate and full of all kinds of emotions. I like to express myself through my poetry and hopefully someone can connect and identify with my poems. My poetry comes from the heart.

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Love War

Black stains on the pillow,
This time replaced by blood.
You whispered that you cared,
The love was already lost.

The war is over.
All was said.
You pulled the sword.
I killed the passion.

How can I breath
when I’m dead inside?
Crippled by the fighting.
Lying still in the dust left from you.

A heart once beating for us
drained dry.
Hollow helpless            numb
Nor dead or alive.

Finding another soul.
I will carry this pain forever.
Finding love after death.
Life after lost.

Crawled up dead on the bed.
Taking the first breath.
Letting go of everything known.

1 comment:

  1. Good to read and listen but hard to own this experience :)