She has two atriums -
Each broken, each marked by time.
Do they please you?
The scathed floors and caving doors.
I hope they do.
She has two chambers-
Both are ugly and scarred.
The right crumbles and the left's thick walls prepare to give way.
Are you pleased?
I hope you are.
I hope she is enough.
For she is all I have to give you.
But she beats only for you.
- C.N.A
- Author: C.N.A ( Offline)
- Published: August 12th, 2018 06:20
- Category: Love
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