Tell me
Are the hollows underneath my eyes
Make it difficult for you to see
The burning soul that is capable of scorching someone with so much love
Tell me
Do the cracks on my lips
Hinder you to touch it with your own
The lips that whisper lullabies; lips that can ignite the dormant being that clings on to your flesh
Tell me
Are the hideous marks on my arm
Make you afraid to press your skin against mine
For you think that the marks will crawl onto you, when all I want to do is warm your cold heart with my gentle embrace
Tell me
Did you ever want to save me
Or did you just stand at the side, watch as I slowly decay in pain?
Tell me
Did you ever love me
Or did you just want to play the frail heart of a woman?
Tell me
Is she great?
Does she have the burning soul, the lulling whispers, and the gentle embrace?
Do you look at her with those fierce brown eyes, kiss her with those soft red lips, and envelope her with your electrifying touch?
I assume you have these
For a gorgeous man like you should have these
Tell me
Is someone coming to love me?
Can a man be able to engulf so much love and be able to return it back?
Can I tell you something?
I am desperately alone and lost.
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Stripped
Poetry"There's art in vulnerability There's beauty in being naked One can only be in its rawest form When not even flesh can hide the secrets from within" According to research, humans have six basic emotions. Stripped is a collection of poems that sho...
