A winder to
The eyes of man,
Tinder to
The flame (I am).
Her thoughts play
Beneath her hair.
More colours within
Than she can stare.
Daydreams scream
Dawn til days end;
I then rest chaos
To peace I wend.
A body broken;
My piece of art,
As I fuck her deep
Inside her heart.
A pleasure tho,
For I am blind.
My colours; deep
Inside a crowded mind.
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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...
