How could I
break your poems
with my hands ?
How could I
make your heart
bleed,
and destroy your dreams
of a future ?
Burn your tears
kill your fantasies
of a never-ending love
that will endure
even when
the earth will not
How could I
be the hunter,
the destroyer,
the slayer ?
How could
my heart turn to stone ?
A heart
made of flesh,
and my soul,
my soul,
my soul will burn in hell
for the sins of my past
and my present
and what will become
How could I
be the executioner of your love ?
(note : This poem is incomplete, I can’t find an end, when I find it, I’ll update)
Beautifully written Leo.
Thank you, Heart