My heart is not a house,
Do not solicit there,
Do not approach with shifty hands
And a silken voice to peddle
Your worthless wares.
Do not come with eyes like doves,
Cooing and begging me to buy
Your so-called love.
YOU ARE READING
Avenge The Broken Ones
PoesíaThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...
