Dressed like Mother - My time is cheap
Her voice is law - I don't speak
Smells of woman - I observe her teach
A mind complex - A mind unique
Accomplished life - Life is bleak
Sights of her missing - I can't find the freak
A bell is her exit - Then my mind she enters and meets me where I sleep
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
