She is your friend
She holds the light
As you wither in
The dark clouds
Of your own anguish
She prays for you
She holds you close
But you forget
Your pain to deep
Your scars dig
Into your touched and moulded
Flesh
They call you names
They say cruel things
Yet they do not know
The power you have embedded
The Satan calls your name
Yet she prays for your return
One look was all it took
And your soul soared as
High as any bird may dream
Caught in this dance
Of wildness and fire
You battle your demons
Yet she holds your hand
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoesíaA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
