Broken

I gave her my lips,
devotion not returned,
desiring change, when to me
she was perfect, making eyes
at the gap between rich and poor;
warmth whispered pretty love refrains
until time stripped the days of dreams,
dwelling upon words screamed in the night,
burning through serenity to scorch my heart.

Advertisements

Comments are closed.

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: