lullabies ☁︎ [poetry]

w r a t h

his love started off kind
he'd buy her roses
and jewels that were divine

His love was gentle
His hands were soft
Grazing her arms, legs and sides
As if she were glass

His love was tainted with time
He never bought her flowers
Or told her she looked beautiful on a bad day

His love turned cold
he'd strike her with hate
cold dark eyes weeping into her own
Begging for another chance
Pleading for her home

His love was wrath
When she ran away on that day
Resentful of the monster he became