ThereseKort3
Untilted
Lust caved from a thousand broken hearts
Once
Seen a body as a piece of art
Now just a memorized canvas painting.
Colorful to the unknown,
Blank to the lover
For she knew
That He was not out sleeping alone.
For here until the end
A thousand lustful years to punish;
The splintered love that was meant to be mended