The screams from her heart
were piercing with despair,
but he had gone deaf to them,
because his heart was dancing
with another.
©2017
Category: dark poetry
• When • A piece by Deanna Rizzo
When did we become
so stagnant, when did
we fall out of love?
©2017
• Voice • A piece by Deanna Rizzo
There is a certain strange
voice within my mind that
always keeps me company,
most unwelcome, but it’s
never kind when I have to
ask a question.
©2017
• Stripped • A piece by Deanna Rizzo
My sanity has
been stripped
from me since
our eyes started
dancing.
©2017
• Hide• A poem by Deanna Rizzo
Don’t ever hide your
smile, I always want
to be able to find you.
©2017
• Possible • A piece by Deanna Rizzo
Don’t ever think that
betrayal isn’t possible,
you may not survive
the day you find out
that it was.
©2017
• Dance • Just some deep thoughts…
Everybody should have
to dance with the devil
at least once in their
lifetime, just to see how
tempting it can be to
just keep on dancing.
©2017
• Empty • A poem by Deanna Rizzo
You took away the
chaos and left nothing
to replace it, and now
I just feel empty.
©2017
• Test • A poem by Deanna Rizzo
Weathering loneliness
can be a test of resilience
in the harshest of climates.
©2017
• S t i n g s • A poem by Deanna Rizzo
It’s sometimes difficult
being me. I always look
for the goodness in people,
but it stings like hell when
they don’t even look back.
©2017
Deanna Rizzo's Thoughts 