He spoke, comprises...
her plump lips-
The ships start to sail,
the detail on her face, the grace-
trace your finger.
The drink lingers in his throat,
he thinks of only her.
She can only float.
She'd floating closer and closer.
No sir, not for you!
Stir up a sweet treat for him?
The heat in our heads,
It'll spread.
Instead of being blue, he's red.
The view upon her- It's beautiful, suitable.
As beautiful as a swan,
She is graceful.
Is it fate?
Her castle is up ahead!
The thread in her dress is to impress- him.
The years, she yearns for his attention.
Not to mention- the suspicion...
His retention.
Her invention- he hates it.
He waits at the gates for his mate...
Embrace.
It's like she's in space,
Erase his face from her mind.
Find the kind, in the blind.
The child, died inside of her.
She tried and tried and tried, but kept losing herself-
To him.
She's been bruised, misused, abused! All by him!
The king, has been consuming all of her,
Assuming its what she wanted.
She's broken in the smoke.
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Poems by me
PoetryNO COPY RIGHT WHAT SO EVER I for one, have been in love with writing poetry since I was younger, I just could never seem to get what I need to feel to say. I've recently written some new poems and I'm deciding if I should post them or not. What do...
