The Helpless Kind

Oh, of the tattered & battered hearted
My love for you can not be charted.
With a smile that could kill & a kiss that did,
I confessed my love as you ran & hid�
And I drowned in the flood my own eyes started.

I try to turn away, but hesitate,
Blinded by your beauty as I fell for the bait.
You took my soul & put ice in its place
As you looked in my eyes with your beautiful face.
Oh, torturing temptress of my own twisted fate.

Could I love you more as you kill me within?
And do I regret letting our twisted love being?
No, for I can�t imagine a better life to live
Then the bitter glances & the pain you give.
So�I run to claim a prize I can not win.


This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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