I cannot comprehend  your twisted minds,

or understand even the dustiest corners of your soul.

As the evolutionary clock moves through time

and a life without you takes its toll.


We hold onto a fragmented piece of a life once had.

Is it morbid fascination? Or a disturbed and twisted mind?

That draws me into a fantasy that is nothing but  sad.

Surely it can not be, that we are two of a kind.


Broken and disturbed you have your love

The angel of your soul that protects the heart.

Only a truly twisted mind would declare enough

On a love that was so perfect from the start.


So I bow my head in acceptance of your love

At peace that I once touched your soul

I throw down the soft silk white glove

And surrender, you love her more, I know.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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