In your absence,
I have spent thousands of lonely hours
chopping yew until my palms bled,
scorning the world,
watching knife after knife
mirror the dullness of life
as I carved
the catastrophe of my soul
into a bow
God help you
when I get my hands on
Cupid's arrow
About the Creator
Daniel K
I write love poems about the girl who has a hold over my heart and my life in such a way that neither are my own anymore. The girl I would choose over and over and over again. I love her, and that is the beginning and end of everything.
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