Under the twinkling sky, a girl sat on a hill.
Her innocent eyes, looking up at the stars,
Hoping to uncover Destiny's will.
But no matter how hard she tried,
All she could see were tears.
The fatal crush, with all its might,
Taught her for everything to fear.
This kind of love is ruthless.
Nothing escapes its cruelty.
Whoever you are,
Surely you are a victim to be.
It doesn't scantly kill your being.
It craves for your empty soul.
It will drain you of your spirit,
leaving your body only hollow
At first it seemed like a dream,
She had everything she desired.
But that was only a clever ploy,
To lure her to His evil.
She fell for His pestilent deception
That led to her inevitable destruction.
Soon she'll wake from this fantasy,
Only to feel the horror of reality.
She cries a frightful scream,
But no one helps her,
No one can hear.
All have their own dream.
Her heart, past the pain of breaking,
Now reaches the numbness of not beating.
Have you ever loved like this before?
So much you gave, but nothing in return?
Creating not merely a scratch,
But rather an immortal incision.
Such memories shall forever be etched in her mind.
Never will the scars He left, have a cure to find.















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A poet, writer, blogger, novice photographer and trying-hard traditional artist.
Filipino-Spanish-Chinese
黄绮思
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the only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone. - five people
I most applaqud your skiil in the capturing of the hollow felling that fills our soul.
You can try to kill this love,
but it never goes away.
You get a
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She cries a frightful scream,
But no one helps her,
No one can hear.
All have their own dream.
That just jumped out at me, I really liked this.
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the only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone. - five people
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gallery: [link]
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the only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone. - five people
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gallery: [link]
featured poem: [link]
the only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone. - five people
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