A Ex#3 poetry
Empty dreams, that’s what you left.
I told you I was a fragile heart.
When I took that first step,
You knew my condition from the start.
Now all I ever do is cry
And trust no other guy
Because inside my heart is dead
All the flowers are rotten instead.
And there you are entering my dreams
Filling my heart with hatred screams
Because my heart knows this ain’t real
You’re like a thief in the night and you’re out to steal
All that’s left of me now is this empty vase
Once filled to the brim of bright colours to gaze
Broken into pieces is this shattered glass maze
Where nothing is clear at the base
Nothing is clear and nothing makes sense
Open wounds, a heart of a year and a half spent
Filled with shatter hopes and regrets
Sorrows and hatred and I repent.
How can you love, when you don’t know what love is
For you aren’t my saviour, you’re still have the mind of a kid
I need a knight in amour to save
And he’s coming on his horse, fighting through the night.
He wants to save me,
To make me his wife!
And all the long I was trusting in boys
But the saying goes give your heart to them and they’ll treat it like toys.
So I’ve learnt from my mistakes
Of putting my heart out on open stakes
To be cautious of love, if it’s not sent from above
Like a candle in the wind, guard it closely before it’s too late.
And the fire gets blown out and you make the same mistake.
When real love comes knocking it patiently waits.
Because when real love opens the door
It’s there to stay evermore.
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