Tuesday, 25 January 2011

Adoring Abhorring

To the man adore,
Yet also abhor.

With glistening eyes,
And creative lies.

How sweet your smell,
And loud your yell.

With darkened hair,
Producing a love unfair.

On your face a stubble grows,
And in your heart no emotion shows.

Your sweetest words,
Cut me into thirds.

You once revealed emotion raw,
Then shoved me down to the floor.

A grown up boy,
And I his toy. 

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