My lover is a broken man
A man who seems beyond repair
His heart has been shattered to dust
And it seems that his soul is drenched with tar
But in his eyes I see a light
A fire burning bright
This light illuminates the dark in him
Letting him find his way home
He found his way back to me
After many years of war
Fighting against his demons
His demons that he had borne
I know his pain will never truly go away
I know that I can not fix him
But I do know that love can heal
Scars of many years
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YOU ARE READING
Perfect Kind of Hell
Poetry'The torture of loving you was addicting You were like a drug that was forever in my veins Your harsh words did nothing but make me crave you more And your cruel hands did nothing but make me want to please you Everyone told me you were hell, an...
