Patient Storm

She scalded him

For his fear of commitment and hesitation at wedding vows and binding love

But behind his warm hazel irises lurks the blisters and bruises on his soul

From all the women who took his heart for granted and auctioned it to an isolated,desolate frigid pit of vipers

He has watched so many stomp his flicker of fiery passionate loving

So the trust in true love faded away and he fell apart

He needs patience and time before he can dive into those testing waters once more

Because wounds of betrayal are the hardest to heal






About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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