You

[BellaDonna]

You are the salty tears that weigh down my eyelashes
You are the iron fist that has punched a hole in me
You are the deathly cold that has stolen over my being
You are my pain...
You must be my relief.
You are the name i whisper as i close my eyes tight
Your kiss is the blade drawn over my flesh
Your scent is in the blood that pours from my body.
My bruised, broken self...
which you repaired only to smash again.



BellaDonna

[Viking Poet (U.K.)]

Hello Bella Donna and welcome to Creative Poetry Network. My name is Paul.
I'm glad you found your way here and decided to join us.
 So we can crack away the ice could I ask you to fill in a little about yourself on your 'Profile' page please; where your from etc; so we can get better acquainted and if you have a few minutes spare pop over to 'Introductions' at the top of the Home Page and Say Hi!
Cheers for now.

Best regards

Paul

Viking Poet (U.K.)

[Ben]

Hi BellaDonna,

I like the way you turn a phrase. Dark and packs a punch.

Thanks for sharing,
Ben.

[Hannah]

Hi Bella Donna

Belated welcome. If you haven't done so, don't forget to give us some 'insight' to you in the introductions. We love to learn about where everyone lives.   
for joining our group 

An interesting look at pain and consequence. I look forward to more of your work.

Hannah