Sherbet Sweet Slaughter: A Collection of Poems and Short Stories

Todd

My will is weak,
My heart soft to touch.
The idea of love,
I don't mind so much.

To the beautiful girl,
I am but a dream.
An illusion of perfection,
That burst out the seams

My sleep is gone,
Taken by dreams of the girl I lost.
I can have many,
But all at what cost?

My name is Todd,
Singer to hearts all around.
Blue eyes set to charm,
A voice to an era of sound

Many a heart I've broken with my voice,
And so many I've used.
But, oh, when I was gone, they didn't feel a ruse.