Poetry By Porcelain Prince

Tender Love

He had a tenderness about his furious nature.
When you hurt him it cut like a sword.
His eyes indistinguishable.
Then forgiveness.
You struck him down in his time of need and laid waste to his heart.
Now he stands broken.
They call him a player but they don't know why he is that way.
When every girl broke his heart you added to his pain.