King of Hearts

If one day you were to
come waltzing back around
the bend of forlorn secrets
with your bleeding tongue
and feelings hidden carefully
beneath your cloak of Hell,
I would still find a place for
you to rest your solemn head.

As I know that is all you’ve
ever needed.

– B.

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