His eyes are gloomy filled with anger and hurt,
His face is sullen, his hands are cold
One touch enough to freeze you,
I smile, not because I am happy, but because it warms him
My smile, so bright so filled with light
It warms his soul, ignites the fires that makes him cold
Sworn together like beautiful mold
Yes I love him, too the moon and back
So why does he hurt me and turns his back?
Why does an innocent creature discard my soul?
Why can't I have him?
Was he ever mines to hold?
Why does he play with me like some old broken toy?
Who can save my quiet blue boy?
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A Place Where Oleanders Bloom
PoetryThe journey of pain, heartbreak, passion and betrayal of a young woman navigating what love is and what love can be.
