My mind is blank,
My heart feels like an empty shell
Every time I think of you,
My life turns into a living hell.
I love you.
Yet all I ever get are smites with the back of your hand...
The same one I hoped you would extend to me,
So together we might have this dance
And live forever in love
With our fingers intertwined;
Like the stars and the void
Tightly held together by their interstellar love
The one, burning with passion
The other, ever-increasingly in love
YOU ARE READING
Clay
PoetryA collection of poems flowing like a river from a heart made of clay, as it groans while being molded and when fired, screams in pain; yet rests in the knowledge that the Potter's handiwork will certainly be great.
