Brittany Messersmith

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Consume Me - Poem by Brittany Messersmith

His words are smooth
His style is crisp
Any woman would fall for his succulent shine
Yet despite it all he is cold
With a hard outward shell he tries to protect himself
What he doesn't see is the drugs in which he hides causes more bruises and pain
As i begin to dig for his true core he bleeds
I feel the pain of his cold roots
I dig deeper and deeper searching for the heart I that his beat belongs to.
Within his core is a star
In the reality of it he has the most satisfying gift of all
The gift of life
The gift of love

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/24/2015 6:44:00 AM)

    The gift of love is the gift of life! Nice work. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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