Careless whispers of the night,
Are taunting and playing me,
Like a dream.
More like a nightmare.
Tickles of the raindrops,
Are caressing and tantalizing me,
Like a voyage of hugs.
More like acidic burns.
The shrieks of light,
Are scorching and burning me,
Like a warm blanket.
More like suffocation.
Your bloody hands,
Are touching and holding me,
Like a lover.
More like a murderer.
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The Living Broken (Poetry)
PuisiPoems written by a living soul with a broken heart.
