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.
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