My Beautifully Depressing DreamsI am living what I would like to call my beautiful nightmare,My Beautifully Depressing Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No butterflies fluttering their wings as they kiss flowers here,
Where how and when I wonder you will be here,
I am living out of sanity; a world of bleeding hearts is what I love,
All hell breaks loose to lead the route to my lovely despair.
As when the sun it sets, that is when I come alive,
The pieces to the puzzle fit perfectly-that is ‘til sunrise,
I am alone; with in hand my bleeding heart,
Crimson running down my cheeks; I am bleeding by the mouth
I am fading, I am falling, I am not any longer reviving,
Fading and falling, I am tearing apart.
Come to my rescue, darling, come alive,
I will be your Juliet, oh Romeo, now don’t you hide,
Let me kiss those velvet lips, let me hold you close,
I will have you wrapped around my finger, you
My Beautifully Depressing Heart Of BlackI see a different person in the mirror, different to the one who stares at meMy Beautifully Depressing Heart Of Black3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back, I want to know why I feel so different, why my heart feels so black.
I shall not be that selfish for that is by all means wrong, the need to think of
self before anyone else, it is not in me, its a stained colour, it is all gone, it is slightly black.
and now I realize I have come to think about: do I really belong amongst these faces?
I am torn, they would hate to discover who I am when they look beneath my core,
they would never find the things that they know, they would find that my heart is flawed.
I see the lingering of my blood as it drips, drips down my fingertips
a feeling that I cannot truly dismiss, when you realize that
I am not everything who you make me out to be, you judge a book by its cover,
but how wrong is that now? and wrong it is. Darling, you see?
i see a different person in the mirror