Torn

I'm looking in, to both your eyes.
Pupils changing, shape AND size,
Anger, pain, shock and sadness,
Torn between your weakened roots,
A moments wish to become mute.

I'm pulled between both hearts and mind,
Critisizing some beliefs of mine.
Lonesome, HATRED, wish and dream!
Without the two would leave me senseless.
Both hearts and
Mind left feeling
Desolate.

I'm looking in, to both your minds,
Both giving in to different lies.
Anger, pain, shock and sadness,
I'm torn between the grounds you walk.
Then back to you I'm forced,
To walk.

Beyond belief.



By Boneata Bell

This poem is copyrighted. If you wish to use this for any purpose please contact me on Bonnie0908@live.co.uk

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