Digital drawing · poetry · Portraits

Art of my heart.

This conduit can make my eye,

yet all of the sea of my tears cannot look.

Blurred love is all I get,

Obscured hate is what I take upon.

Why would all of me,

wail and flail about every time

you question my love for U.

Once upon a dramatic love I sheltered,

At the heart of which to Love,

is not even to be at peace,

waiting on trust that is always paid,

that of betrayal.


©oam ®artsydhude, 97-18 ™XENOphagz

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