Poetry Blogs (dark journey)
Ich Du
“Ich du, Ich du!”
Those words meant nothing to you.
Nought but bindings
Tethering me to you.
Your loving face turned hard,
Your gaze hurting me like barbs.
“Ich du, Ich du!”
The words that bind me to you.
Your ghastly glare
Evoking within me so much fear.
“I truly do love you dear,”
Barely but a long-lost whisper in my ears.
Your gentle touch tur...
Monday 18th June 2018 3:41 pm
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