In words lost

By Isla Skylark -
In all the words I've written,
I have lost myself
I have betrayed myself
I written words untrue to me now.


I read the posts,
and stories,
and poems,
That all I felt so deeply about.


I do not feel at all now.
My passions,
a kindness,
a true, decent human being.


A radiating innocence,
A kaleidoscope bubble
encasing a heart.
Have I betrayed her?


Do I want to be her?
She believed that she could change the world.
She wanted to change the world.
She carried so many in her heart.


So many has torn her soul.


So many has broken her heart.


Does she still love?


@Art Poetry
Isla Skylark 7/9/17 @ 12h35

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