PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I don't believe in astrology

But the stars are aligned

I'm falling into your eyes

Swimming into the sky



But then you kill me

With your dagger smile.

You speak throbbing words

And you kill me.



A pool of weeping memories

Surround a tainted curse.

All that’s left to tell the tale

Is a beating, tortured heart.