His sweet words,
Send kisses down my cheeks.
But all your words ever are, are slurred,
And I can't help but shriek.
His deep voice,
Thrills my insides.
But all your voice ever does is rejoice,
And I can't help but be divided.
His sexual body,
Presses ever so gently against mine.
But all your body ever is, is agony,
And I can't help but be confined.
His sadden tears,
Break my growing heart.
But all your tears ever do are yesteryears,
And I can't help but depart.
You pounce on me as I run,
Wreaking havoc with every inch I take.
Beating a ton,
With every heartache.
You ruin me,
And you take my soul.
All I can do is try to be free,
From your love that you stole.
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Unspoken Words
PoetryIn the labyrinth of human emotions lies a treasury of unspoken words - the silent echoes of sentiments left unsaid, the whispers lost in the cacophony of life's chaos. "Unspoken Words" delves into the hidden recesses of the heart, where poetry inter...
