You had me mesmerized
with your dark curls,
your crooked white smile,
The velvety, timbre
Of your manly voice
Leather and tobacco,
That was your scent
You were trouble spelt out
But, I wanted trouble,
thought I had time for it
Time for you
And your dishonesty
Your manipulation
Your opportunism
Even if you did love me what would that change?
But I was enticed,
By those dark eyes,
Your strong arms
And that damned smile
I was too blind to see,
That you were shrouded in darkness,
And that it would swallow me whole
I woke up from my dream
And indeed,
Your darkness,
was my blanket
-h.b
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Questions for a Madman
PoetryPoems I wrote to cope during dark periods of my life are organized in no particular order. Explores adolescence and young adulthood. This is an original work of fiction that may not be reproduced, distributed or transmitted without the express perm...
