Holding tightly to your angelic grace
held captive to that flawless face
Lay glued to whimsical perfection
regurgiating the mirrors of immense reflection
Falling viciously into your twisted traps
pinned painfully by your minimal tacks
just a bit of recognition to brighten
your stony shadow passes the noose, begins to tighten
I'm your most pathetically faithful prey
awaiting to devoured each day
such rejection creating a massive aching void to set aside
this pain internally begins to collide
Tired of such enticing games she lays sore
exhausted she screamed'that's it no more'
those words hurt me, I had almost die
Now I'm surprised that I'm still alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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