His caress was unlike any she had ever felt,
Yet it came with the pain of a belt.
He made the marks at night,
And soothed them by light.
If love was such a torture,
How much worse could death be?
With that thought she found solace in the hanging tree.
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Mosaic
Poetry'For what is love if not a beautiful mosaic of happiness and pain?' A collection of original short poems on topics that I feel most people relate to or know about but don't often speak about. Feedback is welcome and appreciated ❤️ Highest Rank: #8 ...
