Updated: Nov 9, 2022
Historically benevolent,
and socially irrelevant,
he sits on his knees in prayer.
The silence rings,
and the battle sings,
and his vision is without a care.
Soulfully kind
in an emotional bind,
alone in a binding stare.
A healing glow,
his aura shows
when his body begins to wear.
This is the hell I see When I close my eyes. A reflection of what's inside. I need an escape. Something to help me go to a world I would never know. Where is this good life? Where is my reward for the
Slight vibrations on the skin. Dancing fingers, travel. Light touch, rosey blush. Lips pressed against her breast. Caressed. Warm bodies intertwined. Bumps rise, down her spine. Warm breath soothes he
I wrote a poem it sucks I showed my buddy he hated it The rhythm is completely off it doesn't even flow and there are no rhymes. It even ends in the middl