Not even the darkness could spare you. No light dared touch the boy, whose name the devil himself wouldn't speak. You were too sharp to hold and too careless to love, but I couldn't stand the sight of your tear stained eyes. I couldn't let you linger. Picked apart behind closed doors, you redefined damnation to those forsaken. These facts hung in the air. Static calling forth the storm. When it rains it pours. You made it pour.
Not even the darkness could spare you. No light dared touch the boy, whose name the devil himself wouldn't speak. You were too sharp to hold and too careless to love, but I couldn't stand the sight of your tear stained eyes. I couldn't let you linger. Picked apart behind closed doors, you redefined damnation to those forsaken. These facts hung in the air. Static calling forth the storm. When it rains it pours.
You made it pour.
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PoetryA compilation of poetry that describes love, loss and hardship.
