{Only} Yours

Depressed Poetry

{Only} Yours

I paint the walls of my cell

but they always bleed your name.

Close my eyes to escape

but its there I always find you.

You taunt me with a piece

of your heart.

Only a piece.

Inside I am broken,

a lost soul searching for its mate.

I believe the devil created

the oceans and sea,

for all the 'fish'

turn their backs on me.

I am only a shattered

dream of my former self.

I enslaved myself to you,

and my soul pays the price.

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