Heart like stone,
Still you burn me up,
You beat my soul,
Until I feel my breath running out.
You're breathing fire,
While you're kissing my soul,
With your bitter, hurting desire,
I feel myself getting cold.
Then nothing at all.
YOU ARE READING
Dust of the untold
PoesíaYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
