With Every Cut
With every cut, my heart bleeds red,
as dying dreams drown in my blood.
For from each lie, sadness is bled,
dripping excruciating pain.
Betrayal has opened a vein,
and anxiety starts to flood.
There's little chance for future bliss,
love doesn't offer a guarantee.
Yet hope lingers like a faint kiss;
or a promise left unfulfilled.
But what we had, we can't rebuild,
our dream was never meant to be.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment