Blindfolded (Prose)


rose red cuts the colour of
your porcelain self
a heart that openly loves
accepting of another
disregarding truth

careful ~

thorns can scratch
or pierce
blood will flow
drain you
do not succumb

lacerated love

the fantasy is culled
reality can wound
things are not
what they seem

©jmtacken Nov 2013

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