She has a tattoo on her breast
Hates when you touch her nipples
Foreplay just yesterday's lies
Black underwear, her hidden disguise
No use playing the love card
That died with the last affair
Now she’s one of the free
Two people lying in bed
Exploring the no-go zones
Checking the exit
Looking backwards
He tries to show love
But stone hearts
Clothe themselves in armour
Screaming the screams, of
yesteryears
She has a tattoo on life
Stamped deep inside
That reads
Don’t break glass in emergency
Don’t resuscitate
The cold wind bit right through her
But it didn’t really matter
They were evenly matched
Well, at least for a time
It was the identifying feature
On her breast
The Tattoo..
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2022 04:39
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
tatoo's or scars
reality's lines
get blurred
in that dim light
of moonless
lust..
'do unto others
as you...'
fck it
just try to not shatter, their
sense of worth
as you
traverse life, leaving
broken
heart's in your
wake..
have humanity, enough
for that, at least!
(barrel bottom, hope's
as all we've got left)
great read, thought you
voiced the poem, well
no judgement
just, insightful observations
a poet's voice..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
'Exploring the no-go zones
Checking the exit
Looking backwards
He tries to show love
But stone hearts
Clothe themselves in armour
Screaming the screams, of
yesteryears'
I think after the 3rd maybe 4th failure in love, people just armour themselves to fail out there. Tough world as they say.,
yup, a cycle
'broken heart, shrapnel
in weary veins
as poisonous taint, waiting
to inflict, avenge'
the first time I read these words, I struggled to see where you got the title from .. but then, it dawned on me like some blinding enlightenment .. yep out of the blue it hit me and now I can't imagine a more fitting title to head the page these fine words sit firmly upon .. Furthermore, in truth, you have said it like it truly is and sadly so for so many .... this aint funny, but it is better than just bloomin good Paul .. Neville
Many go the tough way.
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