Cold.
Broke.
Alone.
Silently she lies
Lost deep in thought.
Clock STRIKES two.
The moon gleams and glistens on her lifeless body.
No more tears. No more games.
DONE.
FINISHED.
FOREVER.
Clockwork doll. .MECHANICAL.
Beautiful.
FAKE.
Pushed away. Then loved.
Heart THROBS.
She whispers sweet nothings to deathly shadows.
EMPTY.
FRAGILE.
TORTURED.
Locked away. Out of sight.
Ghostly echoes,
forgotten promises
Questionable loyalties.
Where does she stand?
In that chamber you call you heart,
Held Prisoner.
BUT………..
still she loves like there’s no tomorrow.
Let me know what you think, honestly! it's not that great, but i'd love feedback. Thanks,.
Comments
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it was a great poem and let me say very very different i think you handled your self like a true poeess bringing on your own stye and flavor good luck to you in your future expressions
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