Sullen Girl

My pulse is steady.
My blood pressure low.
My heart it beats,
Sullen and slow.
I dance to the rhythm,
Of despair.
And on my sleeve,
My heart I wear.
My blood pumps misery,
To my slow aching heart.
Enclosed in a prison,
Unable to part.
Melancholy my mistress.
Sadness my state.
My heart is teased,
With love,
Only to deflate.
Punctured by fangs.
Ripped open by claws.
Ravaged by another’s,
Deadly flaws.
Yet it continues,
Ticking.
And the flame inside me,
Keeps flickering.
The demons inside,
Still taunting.
And my memories,
Always haunting.
Leaving me empty,
Hollow,
Forlorn.
Cursed in my mind,
And in my heart,
I yearn,
For love,
Just love,
To set me free,
Of this unbreakable,
Sadness,
That keeps ahold,
Of me.

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About VeraValentine

I am a writer who writes and chases the one thing that always seems to evade me; true love. For more insight into my mind and thoughts, please visit me on Facebook or Tumblr. https://www.facebook.com/Veravalentinethepoet http://poetveravalentine.tumblr.com View all posts by VeraValentine

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