A hunger for minds,
A tether of binds,
A killer of hearts,
A lover of lust.
Calculated, controlled,
Cunning and cold;
A user of warmth,
Issues with trust.
The plushest of roots,
Forbidden the fruits;
My wants are my needs,
I take who I must.
She crosses my gaze,
My thoughts go ablaze;
A fiery beat hits my chest
As my body combusts.
I'm paralyzed by her presence,
Her voice and her essence;
My ways burn to ashes
And then into dust.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
