I gave my heart to a ghost one year
A spirit who couldn't rest
I gave my heart to a sickly soul
To watch it beating in his chest
I gave my love to a dying man
When I was but a child
His strength was scarce, but his mind was sharp
The angels sang when he smiled
I gave my life to a young, ill man
Voice so soft and sweet
I laid down my armor and offered my hand
Embracing my own defeat
I welcomed the company of a sick old soul
Knowing that he would fade
I dug his grave as the fire dwindled
It wasn't worth the price I paid
I gave my heart to a ghost one year
Now I must sleep with this dread
Because my soul is buried beneath the earth
You receive no mercy from the dead
DU LIEST GERADE
Written in Red
PoesieA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
