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Living...

A mystic river
Runs deeply
Cutting through me
Freely flowing through

Sugar coated kisses
Of lies you let me live
Pouring salt on the wounded mass
I call my broken heart

I cry tears like waterfalls,

So red and gnarled is me,

Soft amber eyes, horrified, 

And beauty that is disgraced

 

I know not of angels

No heaven on Earth

Instead I've watched hell

And wonder why I must endure

 

Black and white

There is no grey area

No spot of endless hope

I see no happiness in this area code

 

We live and die

Leaving me wondering why

With some much hurt is it worth

The time we spend dwelling

 

You can ask me why I'm crying

I wish you only knew

The pretty little peonies

That bloom from my bleeding chest

 

 

Author notes

To tell the truth, I'm not even sure where this came from.
It just felt right to say, to write.
To let out my feelings for two guys.
One love & one hate.
Josh Smith is my hatred.
Tanner Anderson is my love.
And this embodies what I have become.
Because I need them both to understand.

... Or dying?

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  • KnightOfTheRose gold member
    May 4

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    wow...a lot of love and hate in this. great job this poem was full of emotion and you made sure the reader could feel it.


    -Steve-