You were a story
of loneliness and woe
guilting me into loving you
or something close to it
Striking me down
with your own tempestuous explosion
Bruising me black and blue
bending me at your will
Tearing me apart
You stitched me up loving and tender
and worshiped my putrid words
You carried me worn and weary
from the weight of your passion
Blinding light
that burns the flesh
warms my soul
You have become my one and only truth
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
You were a story
of loneliness and woe
guilting me into loving you
or something close to it
Striking me down
with your own tempestuous explosion
Bruising me black and blue
bending me at your will
Tearing me apart
You stitched me up loving and tender
and worshiped my putrid words
You carried me worn and weary
from the weight of your passion
Blinding light
that burns the flesh
warms my soul
You have become my one and only truth
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