TRAMPLED TEMPLE

He bruised my heart with his tongue,
My soul yearning for freedom,
I laugh with a glint of pain in my eyes,
My mind racing in solemn confusion,
I recall vividly the very first day I saw him,
I fell for those plum blue eyes,
Those well shaped lips,
And those structured arms,
His chest broad enough to bear my pains; I thought,
Who knew he would be my pain.

My mama told me,
“He sure is easy on the eyes, how about the content?”,
But I casually smacked that with a smile,
He bought me flowers and kissed my head,
He looked at me as though piercing through my soul,
He was heaven sent; I thought,
Then I gave him my all,
My heart, time, money and finally body.

Oh, my body,
He touched me as though I was a treasure too precious to behold,
I lay in bed, still in fantasy of how delicate I felt,
Only if I knew I had made a bargain too cheap,
He looked at me with his now parched black eyes,
As though he was staring at dirt,
Sending a cold shiver down my spine,
What have i done?
A once delicate flower now feel like an uprooted weed. 

STAY SHINIG