The Sadist

I was once your flower,
You beheld my tower.
All the days of winter,
I have felt summer.

You caressed my heart so I was cursed.
When light knocks my bed you are my first thirst.
Your voice is a hex for me.
And your smile hypnotizes me.

You have let the flower to wither,
You made a taller tower.
I have felt winter,
Amidst of summer.

How to love you again,
If your nightmare took my hand?
How will I stand,
If my heart’s feet are taken?

How will I write,
If all my pens are broken?
How will I speak,
If my tongue had been beaten?

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