Why, Love?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
While this poems portrays death, I had tried my best to add betrayal in between the lines. The first poem I wrote based on hate, revenge and other negative emotions.
PS. sorry for the typo, its wounded* :)

Submitted: November 09, 2012

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At twelve, I saw you through my window,

Wondering when you'd be back.

At three, I lay dying,

My heart wonded; the knife in your hand.

Tell me, didn't my betrayed eyes flash before your own,

When you watched me fall?

Didn't our times haunt you,

As my smile faded;

As my life did?

At four, you were gone.

So was I.

Everything lay still;

My body, the time, my eyes that didn't hold sparks anymore.

Everything but the blood seeping around,

And that single tear that I hope breaks you one day.

Breaks you and trips you.

The tear that contained my wish,

That life doesn't trip you, but shoves you;

Down hard.


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