How many centuries deep
Is your wound?
Can my love fill
Deep the chasm is
Your dark eyes cold
Hair so intricate
Long gown of purity
You stare with hatred
Your distrust of men
How many years
Have you felt this way?
My hands are tied
Yet not to you
Time has passed
Yet here you are
My spiteful goddess
I lust for you
Please trust me
All is true
Topic: Trust
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Ivy: A Collection Of Bad Poems
PuisiPoems I've written throughout the years. Some connect but most don't.
