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