Her One In A Million 2

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She dancing with the devil 
But his eyes bring her deeper into hell.
Her soul is a crutch waiting to be loved. 
But he crushed it instead
His voice is the drug that makes her fall in love. 
But instead it was harsh words and sorry.
His hugs are the reason for her disappearing cries. 
But instead it was like a million of heartbreaks and lies.
His smile is her weakness. 
She hides the love in her eyes. 
It was more like slits in the wrist and a shove and a push.


She told me she loved him. 
I know she wasn't lying by the way she used to look at him. 
It hard for her to show how she feels  because now she doesn't understand why you broke her apart.
so she writes instead.
But even that nails digging in her heart.
Everyone thinks she crazy 
But the thing is she just crazy hurt.

She feels it in her heart and her soul. 
That she wasn't worth the pain.
She told herself she wait eternity for a smile like his. 
Who knew eternity didn't last long.
The sound of his heartbeat calmed her nerves from all the hate in the world. 
But what happens when he becomes what she hates the most.
She knows their could be other lovers. 
But he her one in a million.
To bad she dead to him just like her tears were so alive for him.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

When love is dead. The bruises of bad decisions. Can't be revived.

She told me she loved him.
"I know she wasn't lying by the way she used to look at him.
It hard for her to show how she feels because now she doesn't understand why you broke her apart.
so she writes instead.
But even that nails digging in her heart.
Everyone thinks she crazy
But the thing is she just crazy hurt. "
A broken heart find safety in loneliness and sadness. The above line true and read to lonesome lover. Thank you Christie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[emmajoy]

' The sound of his heartbeat calmed her nerves from all the hate in the world.
But what happens when he becomes what she hates the most. '

A sad and desperate collection of weeping words. How is it that when we are most happy or sadder than sad that poems become so strongly set, so emotional meaningful . Your words suggest first love or more love than just flirtation... and it hurts like a crumbling wall gradually falling down and down. This is what i call beautiful sadness... and, memorable in its own way.

[Chrissy]

Thank you so very much.