HEART CRAFT

  By Preston Andie 

-Love of permissive will. 

Craft me.... Please craft me.... Wipe the extent of blood spills, rot and hate from the epicenter of my existence...Like an artist... Draw the raws and columns ...In straight and wavy lines.... Ensure the fringes of dark and bright bands exist......


These are the words you told me... This are the words... You uttered to your wordsmith.... You told me like a metal you wanted to beated to shape.... I did... I sculpted you.... From the dusts of situ....  I openly declared my marrital status..... Occupied by the jaws of your existence.....

I was everything.... You wanted love.... What changed... I was the supplemets of happiness....I was the crow of atmost pleasure.... I was the creame dela creame.....I was the bird that flew with out wings.....I wrote to you my last letter....

Ever wondered.... What happens to happily ever after?? When the happily part is destroyed by greed and poor judgements.... Ever wondered what happens if you walk out with out saying why...

This is what is created.... A broken, whimper, with tearing eyes..... And ripped apart soul..... Tell me do you blame me for not loving but killing lovers????


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*Cream dreamer*      

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