Firesome hits come from
his hands.
Kisses of eagerness
radiate from his lips as he
urges me to go on,
keep up with the beat of his heart.
But i dont move...
Just let him take over and
create a future tortured soul-
A scarred soul.
One of pain and held regrets.
Regrets that are not of my doing.
Only saying yes and not no was my mistake.
His hands all around me.
My by my side-motionless.
Then the fire is smolderd.
Just like that.
He is gone.
Never an apology of invasivness.
Only a call of conclusion.
An aprubt halt.
Shattered Glass of my Heart
i no that this has been a very used title by me...in messages, in journals, and now with this...anyways, i wrote this poem from scratch-rite now as my thoughts come in and collect-it contains love. it recoils hate. it depicts pain, and suffering. this is my story.-AJTDid you like this poem? Write one of your own!
