I'm not crying for help,
Not signaling for your pity.
A days job, gets a man killed.
Such a helpless soul,
The fist of burning desire,
The arm of a wise man
Clear and unbrutality,
In the form of a sweet child.
Begging for his fathers attention
Governing our hearts and soul,
We protect those we desire most.
Forcing ourselves,
Hiding behind a curtain of a filthy disguise
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My Poems <3
PoetryThe poems that I have written over time. These are very important to me and I'm so glad to share them with you. Please read them! :3
