She holds onto the sleeve of a watchman, <br />Though he would name her unfound, <br />Head turned to gaze across an ocean. <br /> <br />Her heart was birthed of bright silver, <br />His of a million shades of gold, <br />An impure cut to her once bled vein. <br /> <br />To be made of glass was her sin of a blazing sun, <br />But his love was made of deep piercing hurt. <br />His heart was trained to bite, not kiss.<br /><br />Stefanie Fontker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blistered-lips/
