The Burnt Bridges

Pain & Paranoia Re=posed from old post (from an inaccessible account)

It's almost over an year now, I still sit warm and upright,

Lost all my sleep of midnight. And those dreams got denied.

All those calmness I tried, lost my anger and cried. 

That deep scar on my thighs, healed but why pain just don't dry.

I lied and still lie. I've tried and still try.

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The memories, ain't falling shutter on my mind.

It's calling me by names,It's chasing from behind,

Like a demon assigned, to hunt one of my kind.

Confined, designed. My hope is so dead and perfectly blind.

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I remember your smile when you pinched on my cheeks,

Those fingers mystique, when ran through my physique.

Your skin all on mine, and you kissed like a freak. 

Like we would eat up each other, against verde antique. 

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We were so one, in so much love and so close,

And it froze, I suppose when I started showing up,

In shadows, with always powder on my nose. And clothes.

You rose and chose. And all left of you were my table photos.

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I still knew no brain, and I still didn't realize,

Despise,those advice . I still woke up with a darker sunrise.

I got in pub crawl, alcohol and almost dead in a brawl.

In blood and stitches,I got in rehab for the character downfall.

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Today, this heart still misses.

Little happiness of those stolen kisses.

While the life still wait scared,

By the side of those broken bridges.

Reviews

[Rye]

I really like this one, it's beautiful and well written. You write with a lot of imagery and descriptiveness. Keep writing always.

[Abhishek Izy]

Aww that’s sweet. Every time you say I like this one, I re read them and that’s so much fun to put those images in your head. Thank you as always