I find letters scrawled,Upon your worthless back.You have never been a gift for my liking,A woman, broken,Made for the coins upon a road.You are longing for temptation. Demure, you have become,By the traces of blood on your eyes,Beneath your eyes,A storm comes hanging.The tiredness from…
Your face,With idle tulips grown from lips so sweet,And eyes so resplendent against the moon’s gleam,I wish to know of your beauty.Of glassy complexion, and everything wanting,Of everything wanted, by me. You have a heart that needs holding,For it deserves freedom.There are chains,Needing to be…
I could see the necessity in wishing to know,The love I’ve come to commit to my own atrocity.My beauty, you have exquisiteness in every breath,And a mark upon your shoulder has been to count,Each subtle sigh under morning light,In before I come to share my…
