The cold sharpness of a blade -
Treads along the softness of my skin
Sends shivers down my spine
My body anticipates what's next to come;
To see the blood bubble up against the broken skin-
Seep over and roll one by one;
And then the tears begin to flow;
Finally, the sweet release I've been missing for so long
The scar of an old cut- nothing but a memory
It was all I need to break the dam I've held for so long
You are still written in the scars on my heart;
Reality is a harsh wakeup call,
But one day; like all scars, I will heal.
They consist of poems written by me. The mood often varies and is mainly about love in general or to a specified point. They are all intense and emotion filled, and at most.. extremely sad but it is how I feel. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my poems.
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
Friday, November 28, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Bittersweet
Time's moving on,
I've gotta move along...
It's time to erase your face-
You've been here for far too long,
It's a bittersweet goodbye.
I've gotta move along...
It's time to erase your face-
You've been here for far too long,
It's a bittersweet goodbye.
Stuck on replay
I'll keep on writing-
While you play your old song and dance;
The moment's past and it's been long gone,
So say goodbye to my pretty face
While you play your old song and dance;
The moment's past and it's been long gone,
So say goodbye to my pretty face
Concealed
Such frailty for the weak,
You've succumbed to your worst feat;
You're not who I thought you were-
The door's deadbolted and key; tossed.
You've succumbed to your worst feat;
You're not who I thought you were-
The door's deadbolted and key; tossed.
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