remember him and never forget,
his megawatt smile and
the atrocities that it masked
his saline lips - clean yet
full of spite and distrust
his sculptured face and
the spite in all his words
his spider-like fingers
and the bruises he left
his charcoal hair that
hid his vulnerability
and his tortured soul
that penetrated the deepest
crevices of her soft heart
in un-loving memory of him
YOU ARE READING
Arsonist's Lullabye
PoesíaShe was not meant to fall in love with a mortal. [COMPLETED]
