What’s left in blankets’ stained,
A few days of masked togetherness,
A soul walked in the alleys of darkness,
And, you stayed numb for the time’s healing.
I tell you the truth now,
When I write of darkness; pretty smiles,
Alas, when you see it in me,
You take a walk of no return.
I’m tired of being a blindfold,
Put these words down and see,
The reality of words I play with,
Sooner you will feel to leave.
When I stare into your heart,
And say,
You bought torments of love,
Believe me, Deathra,
I am awake to see you.
©sjwordsmith
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