Puppet
There's a space
in my chest
where I feel
the absence of
my heart - that was torn out
by you.
The space is small
and insignificant;
trivial,
worthless;
like my feelings were
to you.
It wasn't always like that;
my heart.
It was big once...
big,
and full of love
for you.
Until that day,
when I saw
the truth
behind the lies
that were a part
of you.
Now I know
I was nothing more
than a puppet
to the devil
residing
in you.
Copyright by C. J. Spammer - 29 March 2017
in my chest
where I feel
the absence of
my heart - that was torn out
by you.
The space is small
and insignificant;
trivial,
worthless;
like my feelings were
to you.
It wasn't always like that;
my heart.
It was big once...
big,
and full of love
for you.
Until that day,
when I saw
the truth
behind the lies
that were a part
of you.
Now I know
I was nothing more
than a puppet
to the devil
residing
in you.
Copyright by C. J. Spammer - 29 March 2017
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Apr 04, 2017 03:41AM
This a well expressed poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Antonio wrote: "This a well expressed poem. Thanks for sharing."Thank you for your comment :) it is a deeply personal poem and definitely one of my best x
C. J.
C.J. wrote: "Antonio wrote: "This a well expressed poem. Thanks for sharing."Thank you for your comment :) it is a deeply personal poem and definitely one of my best x
C. J."
One of the things i like in poetry, is it's inherent aspects you know, concerning the author. Every poem is intrinsic to the poet but the reader owns it by relation.
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