That dull luster hanging around
your blood shot eyes.
there are tears waiting to happen here.
It cannot be helped
by words, or love
only a choice.
I stand delicately in a haze of fears,
unknown if your breath still hangs on your
parched, cracked lips.
One day you may feel this ache I carry for you.
Love is tainted when cut with crystals.
I fall for your beauty again and again,
believing the seductive lie of change, of hope.
I have felt the burn of your dragon’s breath from way out here.
I watch with horror and helplessness as that she-demon
devours your diamond like soul.
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