Virgin Blood
My fingers bleed
Gripping hold of lost love
My heart is torn
Grasping the shadows
Of last nights passion
My legs are broken
I have fallen for you
The redness seeps to loin cloth
My mind made up
I must drown my broken bleeding limbs
My being is lifeless
Aspirations seep slowly away
Virgin dreams cut short
By the soldiers sword
A warrior who chose
Tribe over beauty
Revenge over love
Hate over the rose
That one day shall adorn his grave
Copyright © Aurore Severo | Year Posted 2016
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