| 87' | C'est La Vie♥ Love peace skeet & cheese =p
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God I’ve been writing all day and I can’t seem to stop. It just keep pouring.
Nothing
Crushed like ice
Like twenty tons have been thrown on my soul
You spoke those words that emitted through your vocal cords like venom
A snake you were
Looking through my eyes into my core
So delicately
You devised your plan, to kill everything inside me
Skillfully you weaved your web, planted your trap
And with your love decoy blindfolded my logic
All which was open was my trust
Your weapon
You deceived, I believed
Your arms were so warm,
Now the only warmth I feel
Is that of my blood
Spilling from my soul
As my life swings carelessly
Like a pendulum
Back and forth
Higher and higher
But going nowhere
The 5 senses have gone numb
I scream louder and louder
But no one hears me
They speak they call out to help
I cannot hear
Look at me look at the nothingness you have brought onto me
The well hath run dry
As she lay
Crippled from loves fangs
Until nothing remains
But her backbone
He hath eternally forsaken her
Her life has become
Life’s lesson to women
Better to have Loved
Then never at all.
The Value of Love
I have seen women lifted by love.
Countless women surrounded, fed, embraced by love.
But most recently I have met a woman condemned by love.
Alienated, starved, forgotten by love.
The pain from love is visible in the eyes, heart, and soul of this woman.
She who lives for love, who would die for love.
Curiosity forces me to look deep into her.
Big brown eyes tell of a man whose love was taken away as quickly as was given.
A selfish man whose compassion drowned in these eyes.
Taking advantage of the faith and forgiveness she possesses.
Tears roll down her cheeks and begin to drip from her delicate chin.
As sympathy overwhelms me I invite myself in for a better look.
A bleeding heart welcomes me to the truth behind this love.
What once was bliss has transformed.
The love that filled now forces her to starve.
An endless hunger that consumes, leaving nothing for this woman.
This man has stripped her of all that she loved including himself.
He has laughed at her sorrow and found comfort in her misery.
My heart breaks for her as she opens up to let me in.
One foot after the other I step into her soul.
My thoughts echo as I begin to connect with her sorrows.
“Stop,” catches her attention as I start to reason with her.
“Do not give yourself to this man.”
Confusion fills her as she wakes to catch my gaze.
“If your love/your life mean so little to you that you can just give it away, why should it mean any more to him?”
I hear these words and reality sets in.
I have met this woman in love.
Alienated, starved, forgotten by love.
I have seen into her eyes, felt her heartache, and visited her soul.
This muse whose sorrow connects so genuinely with mine… is ME!
I have given my life to a man who has never asked nor has he ever cared for it.
I have believed and made true all lies.
I have accepted inferiority, for how can I value him more than I value myself?
it ain’t fuckin wit itlook at that cats face.
(Source: ninadobrevs)
