FIRST LOVE

This soul was woven to worship you

Why abuse it the way you do?

A ragged doll you’ve made of me

Pulled at the fabric

Now it’s wearing thin,

 

Your hands are rough when loving me

But mouth so sweet when drugged on this;

I whisper in between broken breaths

That lately my strength has abandoned me

So if you could pour some more honey

Into the glaring void,

 

Delicious lies you fling at me

They rip and tear

It’s hell

But I’m addicted to the taste.

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