Like a spider weave his web,
You thread my last hold on timid strings.
You took me under your safe haven wings,
As I drank the poison that urged me to beg.
The taste of your noisy silence,
brawl with the demons that feed my fears.
I wander, Eyeless
Is this an abstract of love or a desire for lust that you seek in me?
Do you feel triumph, being a yesterday absentee?
Or vanity, being the reason of today's tears?
Hunting avidly in my temple,
Killing me softly, Oh how gentle.
YOU ARE READING
SILENT TEARS ✔️
PoetryGuys, I can't tell if I'm a sad writer or just a sad person. Enough about me. No one cares, right?? But I care about you enjoying the poems I've written for you *sobbing*. So grab a tub of ice cream and a box of tissues, and dive right into it! H...
