Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
Her dreams suffered his assaults,
His invectives plunged deeper still.
His words were a wind of erosion,
His indifference denied her replies.
She said, "I love you," through tearing eyes,
To which he'd respond with corrosion,
That if one's looks could truly kill
She would pay for each of his faults.
He was more bitter than the salt of the earth,
In him not a drop of life could exist.
In the barren wasteland of his heart
Where love would never grow strong
He was too blind to see he was wrong,
That he'd destroyed her very best part,
With words less spoken than hissed,
Each metered for its destructive worth.
He was certain he deserved much more
Than the woman who gave up so much.
She stood silent and weathered his storms
Though he preferred to stand alone.
With emotions of cold lifeless stone,
He resisted her love in all its forms
And offered only his coldest touch
For, there was nothing within his core.
But she loved him. He was the perfect son.