There are thoughts in my head
A forlorn emptiness painting my heart
There is liquid in your eyes (Nay it ain't tears -you are too heartless to possess them-)
And softness in your words (even if each one is a lie)
The coal of your eyes can light a igniting fire
Yet the azure blood in your veins leaves me ice cold
(If only the situation was otherwise
I'd never be forced to create any vice)
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
