A poem from the Heartache section of my story

"My Chrome"

Cold beauty...

Chrome,

With high shine,

No eye can ignore,

Only a blind man could 

See through you,

You left an 

Artist 

Wishing he was

Without 

His eyes

(Since they cry so much from missing the sight of your luster),

His hands

(Since they know what it is to hold you & ache to feel your perfect finish),

& his ears

(Since they heard, & believed, the glare of your untrue "I Love You"s)

Beloved chrome...

Your shine

Echos through

My veins,

As this heart

Screams 

For your 

Hardened perfection

Only a blind man could 

Look past 

My chrome's 

Cold sparkle

-Bsomb4