Battle scarred
Theta was nowhere in sight only her, she was touched and tainted but not broken for she adapted into something. She adapted into herself
- Warm nay hot not Even close this feeling is like lava
Nothing but the feeling of hurt betrayal and both of their saliva
- The sheer occurrence is taboo bestowed by the one she trusted
The scene is filled with terror and Very horrifyingly combusted
- Angel ripped away from wings and a halo but has not fallen
For every angel is a fighter and this one has started crawling
- Stumbling to regaIn balance like a newborn deer slowly learning
For she now walks around and for some reason touch she is yearning
- Twas that night that sparked it, the scrape the pinch the unloving touch
Thus marking the day and the birth of thE sin lady Lust
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Author:
Ernie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 30th, 2019 11:14
- Comment from author about the poem: Requested by a colleague: Part 1
- Category: Family
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Comments4
Good write T. I spotted Evie in there.
Very observant of you
Beautiful
Beautiful? Thank you for the kind words still and input
nicely done 🙂
Thank you for the kind words
Your colleague will be filled with wonder at your words Theta.
Thank you for the generous words Finch
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