Freeing Her Tangled Soul

With broken wings like bullet struck birds, She delivered to him these final words. ~Freeing Her Tangled Soul~ A poem by me. Your dangerous gazes of serenity which served my aching eyes as primary sources of remedy now transformed my mystic pupils into microscopically shattered particles of hazardous glass and ageless grazes, scars carved and crafted artistically with your sharp perfidious razors. Feelings which filled and fanned my frowning heart with cool forest-berry like breezes now buried beneath uncontainable blood boiled streams silently yet violently imploding through my fragile veins like detonated vibrational waves as volcanic tears erupt from the deepest and darkest valleys behind my retinas. Spilling enchantingly beautiful rivers of fiery lava which patiently erode the glittery sparkle as they ooze and simmer across the surface of my flowery cheeks pasting historic memories of venomous broken promises where my story will now lie, stripped from its fabricated disguise...there in its complete truth. A pure soul once tangled up in the ropes of your deceitful eyes.