Red hearts, purple marks.
Good love,
It breaks hearts.
And body, mind.
Better times she will find.
Before they dig up her dirt?
No. No more should she hurt.
Gems left behind want revenge.
No end. No easy way.
Soon they too will be taken astray.
From this atmosphere,
because their minds aren’t clear.
Pray everyday for love to be gone. No trace
Cold hearts as they plead.
Their souls now they bleed.
Emotions on fire,
Left gems hanging from wires
Was the soap too clean?
Or the grass too green?
Doesn’t matter.
I lived and died for love.
Not for me.
Like
Share
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.