What's left of me.

What's left of me.

A Poem by Kiana
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The sky was lit with fireworks, 
subtly laying the groundwork. 
Our wandering eyes met,
and I swear I heard a string-quartet. 
The childish blush that overcame my cheeks, 
seemed to appear in hot, red streaks. 
You walked nearer and my eyes twinkled with anticipation, 
thinking you were to make some grand declaration, 
of our feelings that needed exploring, 
see, it felt like my heart was soaring. 
I didn’t realize that in the drink you were pouring, 
was what would ruin everything for me. 
My voice was lost so quickly you see, 
because you seemed to know little ol’ me. 
It wasn’t until it set in, 
the walls seemed to move from where they had been. 
My mind was clouded in the darkness, 
and now I’m thinking, "how could you be so heartless?"
But not like the song, 
no, nothing about us was like music, easy and flowing.
You took from me, what wasn’t yours to take,
I’d been a blank slate, 
but by then your wandering eyes,
had looked like they’d won a prize. 
We didn’t fit together like puzzle pieces, 
I still remember how my dress had creases. 
The next morning was worse, 
it was then I watched my trust in men ride off in a hearse. 
The pools of blue that once intrigued me, 
resurrect within what seems to be a raging sea
of emotions, that I cannot suppress
and it’s you that got me into this mess.
I’d been in love with you since I was sixteen, 
something that now seems so obscene. 
So at eighteen, I thought you’d finally seen me, 
but now you’ve seen more of me than need be.
That bet you made with your friends, 
left me with a darkness that descends,
especially when I sleep,
leaving me to feel like a black sheep. 
But, as time has passed, 
within me there’s been a huge contrast. 
I will not be a ‘victim’ anymore, 
and someday I’ll feel my heart soar.
I’ll experience another fleeting glance, 
and one day, I’ll give love a second chance.

© 2015 Kiana


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How dare anyone play with the heart of anyone else... Some people need to be hit in the face with a chair... made of metal. Very nice rhythm, rhyme, and flow. Keep dreaming. ^^

Posted 8 Years Ago


Kiana

8 Years Ago

It is a terrible thing :( Thank you for reading! Glad you enjoyed!
I really love this peace it's filled with so much emortion and has ggreat writter written all over it. It long and grabs my atenttion from the very first word to the end. Well done and thank you for sharing.👍👍👌👌

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kiana

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
This screams absolute volumes! Thank you for sharing :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kiana

9 Years Ago

Thank you very much! It means a lot!
Jamie

9 Years Ago

You're welcome :)

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Added on February 21, 2015
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