Wisdom of a child–
We do not start out hateful
This we have been taught.
Corrupted by narrow minds
Desiring to suppress.
To what end is this,
But to feed the frail ego
–A disgusting beast!
With claws and fangs it draws blood
Weaving a path called ruin.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Glass so delicate easily breaks
Throwing, dropping–it matters not
A million shards will be its fate
Not unlike the tender heart
.
When handled coarsely it slowly bleeds
Crimson tears that may never heal
A gentle touch is what it needs
Embraced by passionate lovers feel
.
Absent the heart will surely shred
Perhaps forever left in ruin
All hope for love is left for dead
What remains of the heart are strewn
.
That which is fragile must be treated with care or damage permanent may be done
For the passion of lovers is something they share on their journey to meld into one
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Beautiful flower
How delicate your petals
Under soft caress
Anr adoring world awaits
To love you as I have done
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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A gentle caress
Awakens me from slumber
Like an angels touch
Sent down from Heaven above
To salvage this tortured soul
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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