Murdering my heart

Murdering my heart

A Poem by butterfly
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inspired by songs on the radio

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I can't feel a thing
I just keep looking at my mood ring
With HIm we discuss how I am feeling
I tried the new. I still missed you
I tried to move on but its kryptonite
His siren call came through the line
Collected under blocked message
Seems I still feel the scars from that same wreckage
Only his kiss makes me come alive
i just sit here and watch the grey sky
Through purple magnolia petals on my tree
 look at my mood ring
Remember when the sky turned pink
All I could think
was the way it was when he held my hand
like it was remade again from the sands of time
perfectly it still fits in mine
its like i could feel my pulse still beating
love lingers and yet fleeting
its hard to let it fade
i love his ginger bearded face
brushing my lips as he kisses me freeing me from the cage
his fingers trace my back like a maze
i love his voice
As the night shades in black and yellow
the stars and moon hide so we can finish saying hello
just sitting with him in silence talking about all the bullshits of tomorrow
he is my fucked up fairy tale rainbow
the pot of gold is the insane way we just float back and forth
yet still remains the impossible door
we rush together on the bed
i feel like a criminal and more
yet its these feelings of love i can't ignore
the realities of the world instantly shred
All that has come to be is him and me hopefully for all eternity...
i cant let go
i can't forget playing in the dark, waking up in his arms
This love is like a weapon I know
so beautiful it tears me apart
murdering my heart....




© 2024 butterfly


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Added on March 6, 2024
Last Updated on March 6, 2024

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