Flower Stained With Ink Poem by Jonny Brackney
Flower Stained With Ink
we lay together
in silence,
marvelously entwined.
i watch her as she sleeps,
slipping in
and out of dreams.
appearing pure and innocent,
in this moment
she is perfect.
free of sin.
free of judgement.
damaged
but beautiful.
a bruised angel
a tramp.
but she's here now
and she's mine.
my little flower
stained with ink.
too wonderful to throw away,
too broken
to keep.
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