Odd Man Out

Tears, Cries, and Sadness.

Oh how they burn
These marks on my soul
Created by love
A thing most divine

Your tears
Liquid blades
Cut deeper than steel

Your cries
Piercing arrows
Find their mark deep in my heart

Your sadness
A devil
Relishing in the fears of your past

This demon
Donning the cloak of deception
Stole your heart

He
Who deprived it
Tortured it
Crushed it
Tore it to shreds

Will hurt you no more

For with your liquid blades
And your piercing arrows

I am armed

Oh how my soul cries!

You have given me much
And I will repay such kindness

Tears of joy
Cries of Laughter

I shall vanquish that which does not belong
This beast behind the cloak

These marks will forever brand my soul
And this soul
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Belongs
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to
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.
.
you

Reviews

[Bubo]

You have some amazing imagery in your words, and much pain, a very sorrowful dark piece.

[Nightfall]

Thank you, I'm still new, but I'll keep trying!

[Just Kim]

wow, so much darkness and hurt in this write.
So nicely done

[Nightfall]

Thanks for the awesome comments!

[The Girl with the smile]

Such a beautiful poem