Anguish

Why does my love run away within my own imagination
But yet I feel the blood of sadness in tears, did she leave me for another? I dont yet know. I feel like a puppet dancing around for someone elses amusment and when the time is done the string are cut and my being broken lifeless on the ground looking towards the sky but only see my death. Held back by many things but you are the only thing precious to me, I love you still as I miss you. My cuts are whats left of us as heaven or hell are none of the above. I lost you and now your gone, Anguish is now my torment forever.

by Loveless Poet (Kyle S.)

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