in my heart
sits a jar
a jar filled
with pent
up desire
a desire
that shall
remain trapped
and contained
until it is
so far heated
that the heat
sends the lid
flying and causes
the glass to
shatter into
a million pieces
and forces
all the world's
most hellish
desires belonging
to those whom
you think innocent
to contaminate
the rest
of the world
'til then the
jar sits in
my heart
boiling, bubbling
burning, simmering
sizzling like
a witch's brew
in a big
black cauldron
waiting to be
poured out on
an unsuspecting
young victim
YOU ARE READING
dirty bradstreet
Poetrya collection of songs/poems that i've written about life,boys,and other random things *not intended for the "innocent"
