We fit
You and I
You're broken but tape I use to bend you back, is slightly used, so u think u can't hold up well
See you're tainted, and the airbrush I try to use too cover your scars....as only few breaths left and with each inhale, I paint something beautiful and with each exhale, you notice another stain....
...
Psychologically... you are killing me
Metaphorically... you don't understand
Hyperthetically...am I just speaking
In conclusion... you should just listen
...
What Makes Him....
Opens the door,
He stands there, hands in pockets, lips smuged
...
I saw you
Standing, with your arms out
So I decided to fall
Then I saw you had a broken leg
...
we once was the little girls
with pig tails and curls
playing jumping
and shooting marbles
...
Time is of the essence
And the beauty of the beast
Is slowly fading
The walls she created to keep the strangers out as created a monster within
...
I was from hell or so I thought
I had lived here for so long
That the fire often calmed me
Often used to the constant bruises
...
Passing, through unrestrained hands
Lacking, the feel of importance
Only to be thrown to another
Seeking, understanding justice
...
As he begins to wander
his minds travels
faster than the speed of light
lost in the what ifs and could be
...
I was from hell or so I thought
I had lived here for so long
That the fire often calmed me
Often used to the constant bruises
...
Yesterday, you didn't exist
Today, I loathe you
Tomorrow will come
and the next day I wont remember you
...
I've looked at you a thousand times
each time finding myself lost in you
Your hair as black as the evening sky
My fingers dance and twirl paused in between your curls
...
New poet...writing what crosses my mind and heart one poem at a time...)
Torn Together
We fit
You and I
You're broken but tape I use to bend you back, is slightly used, so u think u can't hold up well
See you're tainted, and the airbrush I try to use too cover your scars....as only few breaths left and with each inhale, I paint something beautiful and with each exhale, you notice another stain....
As I try to fix you with the broken and used pieces of me. I tear a corner off me to just.... fit you.... perfectly.....
People would rather watch you fall than help you crawl to success...
Rumors...a misconception from anothers' deception....