Echoing actions

Reads: 16  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 06, 2018

A A A | A A A

Submitted: September 06, 2018

A A A

A A A


The likes of which war we never see. Blinded by our greedy smiles. The words never and haven't used so little. Soon it becomes distant in the land of power and vanquish. With eyes we cannot hear Nor with ears can we see. We say these words but our actions harness itself onto our bodies and speak for us. I will NEVER lay a finger on any humanly sculpture said the man that tore limb from limb of the widowed mother. I WILL NEVER caress any other man or woman but my adoring husband said the woman who creeped in the shadows with anything but the prints of her loves finger tips on her. So the virtue of one's self. Like the mist in the trees, it quickly disrupts. Shattering away like broken glass fragments, Picking up the pieces to rebuild But it would never be the same. See we beg for happiness And yet we crush it with our own bare hands. Why must we do this to ourselves? Bite the hands that feed us. Our words mean so much but the moves we make prevail a stronger impact on us, And my love for days upon the wake I have tormented and destroyed myself in ways no one would ever know. Look upon my body of flesh and harmonized melodies And know my actions some but mistakes. Though the action of loving you, Speaking true of hearts and flowers over a rainbow. Like my eyes soak in every form. Ich liebe dich my love. Till death do we part in the land of waking moments. You're like the sun And I'm the wilting flower that sprouts back to life


© Copyright 2018 Mercy1047. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: