it killed me inside so many times
the idea of you being with somebody else
and all i can hold on to is a bottle to ease the stinking corpse of desires
and fault hopes
merged in whiskey smells and weed scent
but it did kill me
turned my heart into a ghost town floating of raging feelings and I am out of aim
but it did kill me and you can give me back my captured soul
and exorcise the devils that swim in my blood since u first swept under ma skin
but it did kill me inside
when you are outta site with somebody else
turned my world to a graveyard full of barking dogs and screaming crows
it did kill me inside your last words and it did kill me more your lies when u look to me straight in my eyes
and said you want to let go but it killed me the most tour first words when u said to me you'll be mine forever
and now we're apart it killed me your eyes
looking the other way
fearing to meet ma eyes it killed me you be miserable without me
but killed me more being happy with someone else It killed me slavery to money and obedience to the sparkle of gold It killed me how much you had but how little you gave it killed me and still killing me you are alone again but
I am no longer interested It killed me rejecting you when you wanted me back It killed me so much times before and no turning back It killed me the sight of you begging for me back And it would kill me taking you back because it's outta my hand
you said and I don’t want you back So keep it this way
and dig the grave
nothing for you there
and the dead will never be back Just take those roses and the words of meaningless
give me your back and cry away because I am dead now
and those tears of yours will not grow grass on the soil of my grave And those roses will sure dry out and die
because nothing is left here
thanks
Sounds great!
hello sir,
thank you for your continuous support, actually this piece was written 10 years ago, and i fetched it out of my archive. any how i treasure my poems like noble stones, and this one is dark and blue, that's how it got the title, the edited version of this poem is titled the killing, in my book, the editing was done by my editor and approved by me, and back then, i couldn't find titles for my pieces, since i was new to writing, i gave each piece a name of a noble stone or a diamond!
good day to you and blessed
Intense piece! So... let me ask, if I may, a little about your process of writing, because I really always like your work.
Did this piece come about where you saw the image first, and you wrote a piece "inspired" by that? Or did you just find the image after to illustrate the piece? I note the text of the piece itself (other than the title) doesn't mention the words "dark" or "blue" or "diamond." Although, the piece itself is definitely "dark," the feelings expressed can definitely be considered "blue," and the object of your affection or the love you once shared could definitely be considered as precious or as valuable or as sparkling as a "diamond."
Just interested to hear about the process of how the title and image and text all came together. I ask because I think it's done well, not because I think it's done poorly! :)