Precisely Your Flaw Inflicted

You squeeze the welts on my heart

bleeding fresh again

My endless screams unheard

for you hear only what you want to hear

Don’t you see it is not your duty

to have me stand corrected

precisely your flaw inflicted

upon my soul infected

I just want to share

every thought, feeling and piece of knowledge

but I shall sew my lips together

and allow you believe what you want to believe

I long desire to enjoy

the sweetest and crunchiest apple of my eye

but every last bite I take

is filled with poison sour and I cry

The golden tears are but broken tears

a given of our daily life

I’m not touched and you’re not touched

and still I choose to let it slide

Written just then.

By Diosa Deamore

22.07.09