Zeroth of Love
All the letters in the world won't cure my pain.
By G. A. BoteroPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Burning log - Photo by G.A. Gomez
Ailing
Bruised but not torn
Cautiously optimistic
Despite the horns
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Encounters like these
Frequent my days
Gallows for the soul
Humbly, I wait
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Intact is my heart
Joust my soul
Killing the spirit
Longing to roam
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Manicured
No, not me
Openly rotting
Pus drips as I squee
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Quivering
Responding to the chills
Silhouette of a dream
Traumatized by guilt
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Unyielding
Venom leaves you lips
Wickedness has it's charm while a virtual
Xyst shield you from the harm
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You say you love me, but
Zeroth of love is what I see.
About the Creator
G. A. Botero
I have a million bad ideas, until a good one surfaces. Poetry, short stories, essays.
Resist.
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