Might sound juvenile but the emotions weren't


The north eastern heartache


you were a disaster in the guise of a dream

those narrow, cold eyes
those crooked, hollow smiles
your twisted smirks
your taunting flirts
you saw me
you sawed me
my heart cleaved in two
my blood dripping like dew

those sexed, arrogant fingers
those buff, proud veins
your slanting glance
your hypnotic gaze
you stripped me
you bruised me
my heart now lies broken
it's one piece at your feet a token


you were a disaster in the guise of my dream



And how can I forget your lips........




Poetry by karmic justice
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Written on 2011-04-17 at 15:38

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