Dapper is I,
The King of Hearts,
The Knight of Dark,
The Reaper of Dismay.
A hunter of new
Seeking a new start,
Till death do me part
From these foolish prey.
The warmest clutch,
Hands that fold,
Bodies left cold
And thrown away.
I walk along
A road unknown,
On lines where I
Have grown to sway.
Brown eyes that drain,
My yearning gaze
To touch and graze
Upon her nave.
She's not a quicksy,
Nor is she a twist.
Those turning witches
That I dare to miss.
I'll have the city
Explore her legs,
Then my devilled eggs
Will explore between her hips.
The sweetest thing,
The Queen of Hearts,
The Light of Days,
My state of Bliss.
My happy place...
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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...
