Seclusion Of My Heart Poem by GuyAdler Dorelien

Seclusion Of My Heart



My heart a grotesque thing with teeth,
And its eyes pale to the shadow of the moon.
While the still nights air reeks of its stench,
Lust, love and all emotions, are but strings,
Weaving, it out of my bosom and into seclusion.

Saturday, January 22, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: emotions,lust
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