Dark Heart
Tears I cry in the shadows.
My love made me his,
He marked me on my neck and my soul.
Sun sets and I wake up at my own funeral.
What once was a beating heart of gold is now dark and dead.
Black heart of mine is black like my hollowed out soul.
Submitted: July 03, 2022
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A person who gives themselves to someone only to get treated horrible. Now she has no trust and will treat those the same, a soul sucking vampire. Will never find true love, someone to trust. Sad. :(
Tue, July 5th, 2022 9:34pm
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its love when you have given yourself up completely. In my eyes I love vampires and my depression mixed into one. Because no matter how hard i try. I will never find my forever love. I mix my depression and darkness and fantasy into one of my short stories and poetry.
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DampKitten
Nice..
Sun, July 3rd, 2022 7:36pmThis is an allusion to a vamp, but I like the vague reference. It might not be magical at all, only metaphorical. That's the mystery of poetry, and you seem to understand it.
I like "waking up at my own funeral"
I'm left a bit wanting, though... The end is superficial description and adjective heavy. Punch this a little bit harder. Why so black? Who have you become?
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Thank so much. The person in the poem has become a vampire of a darker side of herself.
Sun, July 3rd, 2022 4:37pm