I woke to the sound of violence
and ate the scraps of damned words
I endured long years of silence
with my mouth sewn by unsheathed swords
but all of those made sense
the abuse, the betrayal
you shattered down my defenses
coaxing a warmth so eternal
my love, am I even deserving
of a heart filled with good intentions?
am I worthy of your honest promises
when all I've anticipated is destruction?
drakoyne 彡
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Ivy Indigo
شِعرa short poetic story of an ivy whose roots climbed the wrong walls, and yet found home in another's house of stone.
