Stitches
Rage shatters the heart
One are now two
Separates warmth
Bloods cold blue
Battered long before
This but he knew
Then why did I adore
He with whom I grew
Greatly did I give
For granted it was took
Admission hid behind
In his charismatic look
Cherished love behold
The place I carry he
Alive within my soul
Toxic as can be
Tongue lashes without care
Removing every stitch
Emotionally bare
Drained by every switch
True love was once the claim
If ever that were true
Sewing broken peices
Was all he had to do.
Copyright © Angela Story | Year Posted 2021
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