The sweetest venom, love has left
In the hole I've made beneath my armor...
And empty notions left proclaiming,
That her heart might be still mine
Darker dreams and sallow yearnings,
Had I felt this... before a kiss,
Her fangs slowly unfurling...
Perhaps my soul...
Would not yet be starved.
But I am a warrior, and I learn slowly
That thicker skin, leaves the heart half empty
YOU ARE READING
Floating
PoetryI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
