Your pride
Like the rabid fiery sun
Merciless in its glare
Scorches me
Each time I dare
To hold out my hand
To reach out
Your pride
Becomes my crucible
Look down at this
Blisters have defaced
My skin, my heart
My love is lonely
Hesitant and fearful
But I yet hold out
A much-worn heart
To you...
Will your pride
Like the fateful sun
Vanquish, pitilessly
My yearning for you?
About Me
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2 comments:
Any man loved by you must be proud. No wonder.
That was so powerful !!! I have read few of your posts and every time I was left spell bound.
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