Damaged Poem by Ryan Cole
Damaged
Light
Filtered through the trees
Unbalanced
Clustered shadows
Hanging with regret
Carelessly worded
My damaged one
My damage done
Night
Lingering scent
The trace of her finger
Like jasmine and the sea
Gentle touch
Promises whispered
My damaged one
My damage done
Sunset
Ever winding
A fading ribbon
The look in her eyes
Recrimination
Regret
My damage done
Damaged
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