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Paul Bell

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..

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2022 04:39
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 31
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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    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'

    • Paul Bell

      I think after the 3rd maybe 4th failure in love, people just armour themselves to fail out there. Tough world as they say.,

      • L. B. Mek

        yup, a cycle
        'broken heart, shrapnel
        in weary veins
        as poisonous taint, waiting
        to inflict, avenge'

      • Neville


        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

        • Paul Bell

          Many go the tough way.



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