Love beats you till youíre sore.
Heart dangling from the gallows, the perfect metaphor.
Tunnel sight leaves things unclear.
Everything falls apart and disappears.
The heart crushed into dust.
Hate replaces love which isnít enough.
I canít let such feelings return.
Iím afraid of the lessons I have yet to learn.
Things that erupt and stab.
Wounds that stay a grossly scab.
Emotions that prevail in discolored swirl.
Love hollowed out by a single girl.
Love thatís not worth the risk.
Pain thatís sharp and brisk.
Pain is the only feeling that helps you know youíre alive.
To bad it also leaves you empty and lonely inside.
This I like! especially "Heart dangling from the gallows, the perfect metaphor." I like the themes and metaphors in most of your work, but some (to me) need a bit more shine. This one shines already. Silver