Cupids broken bow.

Have I told you I will take,
have I said I do not care.
My soul is filled with hate
I’ve nothing left to share.

I’ll grab upon your soul
and tear apart your heart
I’m cupid’s golden bow
I own his diamond dart.

Have I told you I am broken
missing tiny parts,
Have you heard when I have spoken,
It’s far worse than a shattered heart.

I’ll take upon my feet and steal your every thought,
Hold you in your seat,
and give what you have sought.

I’ll own your battered soul,
and take your dying spirit,
then everyone will know,
and few will believe it.

I’ll mark you as my own
teeth bared you will bleed,
that essence it will grow
and I’ll take your fucking seed.

Have I told you I am coldness
I know only skin and sin,
Have I said I need your  warmness,
to fix this broken thing.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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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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