Emotions.
Do you feel them?
She was numb and frozen,
Yet it dimly sparkled like a dying gem.
Broken.
Do you know what that feels like?
Piercing explosions,
Burning afflictions,
Hollers of agonizing cries.
She had nothing left inside.
Eyes closed,
Heartbeat stopped,
Barely alive.
She was a hollow shell.
Into an endless oblivion she fell,
Pitch black and nearly brain dead.
There was nothing in her life ahead.
Passion.
Why is it so strong?
She was deprived from it.
Devils had done her heart way too many wrongs.
Killed was the lust,
Lost was the temptation.
Love.
Why is it so painful?
Once crystal clear and beautiful,
Now a turned poison from what was as pure as golden dust.
She wanted nothing to do with it.
Not long ago it had made her bleed.
Hidden thorns
On her skin that burned.
She was a hollow shell.
Into an endless oblivion she fell.
Pitch black and nearly brain dead.
There was nothing in her life ahead.
Eyes opened,
Tears flowed,
Standing in front of a mirror,
Watching as she wholly became hollow.
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PoetryMaybe after all these things that happened, we are not really looking for romantic love. Perhaps we just thirst to be understood. Maybe what we really want is a love that is kind enough to see our value. A love that has no romantic intentions. Maybe...
