He tasted of poor decisions and depression
His eyes, a pair of shattered sapphires glowing a dark sad
He was a gradient of light and dark; most days the dark took over
His skin was marred by drunken mistakes and too much meaning
He was a reminder, to himself, of what went wrong
His words were an empty voice filled with raw emotion
He thrived on the bitter smell of amnesia and hangovers
His shoulders ached from being held too broad
He was immoral and jaded with too much insight on the world
His name was a warning, a threat
He wasn't a lost boy, rather a boy who'd been lost
And she vowed to fix him regardless the fractures and cracks
~Madison
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Unspoken
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." ~Robert Frost ~~~~~~~~ This book consists of my innermost thoughts-turned-poems that I have had cooped up in my mind. But, just as a note, the subjects of my poems ar...
