He was no sugar
He was the kind of taste that stings the tongue
But she craves a taste she cannot decipher
Without permission, she enters
At first it stings and pain is drawn in her face
But she was addicted with his taste
That eventhough it hurts her, she endures
He keeps on murdering her with words
Slashing her with murderous glint in his eyes
But she loves the pain he brought
She loves the taste he produce
He kills, she heals
He destroys, she creates
Two hearts, different taste
Two souls, fated to meet
YOU ARE READING
For No One
PoetryI wanted to shout and voice out, I really do If only I have the courage to reveal it I will, but a coward like me will always depend on its swords and armours - WORDS This is for you, no one. PicCredits: DARR #8- May 10, 2020 (poetry) #1- May 9, 20...
