My mindless heart I fear is now in danger.
Because it's like an empty, open wound.
She's waiting for her longing love to love her
Alone she wishes on the midnight moon.
But in the very end she know's it's hopeless
Just waiting for her lustful dream to die.
Then she is filled with such shocking awareness
That she knows 'twas all a bloody lie.
And in the brutal calm of every silence
She thinks there's so much more she needs to know..
And when she's faced with isolated violence,
It's then, she knows, it's way past time to go.
And so departs her impotent desire
Now blackened from their burnt, eternal fire.
About the Creator
Alexandria Aponte
I have been a writer since I was 8 years old, writing everything from short stories, novel attempts, poetry and songs. I have been a singer for 21 years and I seem to have a comedic flare in most of my artistic endeavors.
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