Her azul eyes pouring into graves of depressed souls,
her heart being used for the wrongs on men with great retributions.
Retributions of their own masochistic minds, torn apart my leaves of gauze.
Put back together by the surgeons of love, and only to be ripped apart from them once again.
Her wings being cut off and shattered for the show of their eyes,
only for hers to cry.
An entertainment they say, her wings being grown at the mercy of them -- only to be torn back again to what they aspire her to be.
What they need her to be.
Her roja eyes pouring into the locks of rivers, poisoning them with the fortress shed of the merciful retributions.
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Writings of Strength and Sadness
Poetry/ˈpōətrē/ Poems of love, hate, and pain. Living through it all by writing. Poems of strength and sadness. Living through it all by trying. Warning; might be not suitable with the language, content, and figurative substances. It May not be suitab...
