No need

 

 

The carnal blade that pierced me

 

was of your blowing hand

 

that caressed with fragment hurt

 

 

 

Your lips no longer played an instrument

 

rather they became jagged stones

 

to sharpen swords

 

 

 

 

Your face became a useless masterpiece

 

Where once was priceless

 

has now become of shrunken value

 

 

 

Your beauty died like withered flowers

 

you begged for water now drink from fire

 

 

 

 

Your beauty used to be a smile

 

 

 

Now your beauty

 

 

 

dwells in tears

Reviews

[Stammers]

'rather they became jagged stones
to sharpen swords'

An ugly, brutal and almost humorous description - I like. Some great ideas and expressions going on here, I like how it's casual and personal, it seems written for you rather than anyone else, and that's, in this piece at least, what I most like about it.

[Lovely Lady]

Oooo, ouch. You have a way with simplicity and melodic. You're my kinda poet. Love it.
~♥~