My love thinks it's sweet,
To walk all over me.
Stepping on my existence,
He thinks he's sleek.
Dissolving me into the floor,
Like a ragged doormat,
Forgotten and changed,
One with the marble,
I lay there alone,
Never again the same.
He thinks he's glorious,
With his sinister smile,
Charming my fluttering heart.
My darling is so dear,
Helps me overcome fears,
By belting me to this seat;
Ablaze my soul and existence,
Where silently sleeps.
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Bonds
PoetryRelationships and feelings are all tied together through bonds. A life isn't a life without various connections or at least that's what I think. This is a book that consists of all my poetry work based on different bonds, feelings and connections. I...
