Captive
What was it that drew me to her?
Her tears filled red rimmed eyes,
Her quivering lips trying to control a whimper,
The body full of scars,
The past that haunts her everyday,
The warmth she radiates,
Or her beautiful heart,
That's been broken too many times to put it back together,
But still trust me enough to wrap it up with my love,
What exactly was it that has me captive in her?
--M.Shallom
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Poems
PoetryA collection of Poems I wrote about love, care, pain It might have been seen as young love, old love, imagination, obsession, heartbreak whatever you name it. But at the end of the day it is going to be recognized as LOVE.
