Broken Fingers
Broken fingers but I keep on writing
The words are across the walls
Showing the pain within
I don't clean the words from my poetry
I just write over it
Hoping to cover up history
A history of mistakes
A history of pain
I keep writing over the words on my walls
Trying to remove all these feelings
By writing poetry
My blank walls covered in words
Words that no one else knows
Yet they never go, the words stay hidden beneath layers
The words just keep building never cleaning.
Lend Me Your Heart
Lend me your heart
I promise not to break it
I'll treat it like it's my own
I'll safely lock it away
So it never sees darkness again
Protected by my walls
That will stop anyone else from breaking it
Locked Door
Behind the locked door
There lies the trust
The key forever hung up
Because if I unlock that door
Even for you
And you walk away
I'm the only one to blame
For when I get hurt
So please don't wait
Because that door
Stays forever locked.
Poem
Trees stand bare
Crisp leaves spread among the floor
Moon light guiding the way
Through the darkness of the night
Hustling wind blows
Through the meadow
As she leaves
About the Creator
Author Billiejo Priestley
Indie author of hot fiction, and taboo subjects. You can find my on all social medias and my books on Amazon.
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