Your soul has withered,
your conscience dead,
your eyes don’t cry,
you have a heart of ice,
your face so pale,
so clammy everywhere,
every word you utter to me
filled with vulgarity…
gives me violent shivers…
Why vicious?
You stole my heart
and never gave it back,
still you try to kiss me!
Giving me shivers
through my soul!
Why vicious?
Where to me
your love and hate
blend into words of
something I don’t recognize!
Still, you try to kiss me!
Why viscous?
You hate shyness,
and you love jerks.
You hate honesty,
and you love
sweet little lies!
Why viscious?
You stole my heart
and never gave it back,
still you try to kiss me!
Giving me shivers
through my soul!
Why viscious?








Bold… resonating write…
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian