Tuesday 16 June 2015

Choose



Some hearts are so split open
You see bleeding in dying eyes
Others get so badly burnt
They taste bitter char on blistered kiss

Some have a lust so vanquishing
You feel them beat their sensuality to death
Others with a lust so debilitating
They stumble in shadowed feelings and miss.

Some with a love so desperate
You smell them in their foetid fear
Others with a love so disfiguring
They hold their faith in a knot wizened fist.

She owns hate to keep
her company; Scorn to keep
her warm; Fear to keep
her lonely - safe from being harmed.

You choose.

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