Author's note: This is a depressing poem.. I'd rate it between PG and PG13 for FFN for mention of cutting.. If you steal it I'll kill you.. And the quote is from Enigma's song "Gravity of Love." It's not really part of my poem but it felt right in there.. Please read and review.
If I could hold you evermore and be surrounded by your arms
Rest my face against your breast and feel the heartbeat in your chest
The smell of roses faint on the wind-outrunning destiny
Blisters dry and cuts will heal
But scars of stars run all over
Inside my eyes . . .
I can't remember those kisses
That I stole away from you,
The memory of ghost breath upon my lips
Gone cold over time.
I wonder, just a question
Is it real?
"The path of excess leads to the tower of wisdom..."
Our paths, intertwined with barbed wire thorns are
Going separate ways
Shooting stars inside my eyes
Shooting scars are my demise
Somehow you manage to not get cut, but I am left
In your traces
Your memories are projected into my vision
I feel guilty because it feels so good
Rose-painted stained swirls
strawberry raspberry cherry swirls
liquid shining crimson pearls
I relive all the nights of pain
and open my wrists