The wounds

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


Heart starves and anger growls

Soul eaten alive by the bottle's jaws.

Angelic face ,

war cry's mass

faith's bruising vase ,

shattered glass.

Growing in his eyes

the peril of love,

In the orchard of heartaches

blooms the tree of lust.

There are soft skies out there

above the black clouds of a gem

with the touch of healing wounds

but, she is deprived of them.

Intoxicated with the feeling

of his madness

and another beating.

Sorrow spills with his pleading

there is silk in the lies

that he's been feeding.

Swallowed whole by fear

ingested by it's cage

nothing in this life is as clear

as the rage of no escape.

Her wounds

Her wounds

Her wounds ,

Orchard of heartaches

holds the famine of love

trees bloom .

Abuse stops pouring

for her bottle will spew

his wounds

his wounds

his wounds ,

his body cold blue ..


Submitted: April 27, 2018

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