- He was still there
Preying into my
heart
Stalking every fiber of
my being
See, he's laughing
again
Because his eyes met
mine
And in his reflection
I see me
Eyes beat, a shade of
black and blue
chapped lips
broken skin
uneven foundation
to hide his mark
But it's still there
still tattooed on my
skin
He's my master and
I'm his unwilling
slave.
YOU ARE READING
Bound of words
PoetryJust a bound of words that creates a poem~~ *Every poem is original and I really do hope you would all love it. Also, some of it were based on lyrics and I just did some magic tricks into them ;) *
