Stained.Glass.
I am sorry
to assume you gorgeous,
There I go again
Me and my lawless eyes
Marveling at the stained glass as whole
Unconcerned with the time
It took to quilt
Such a compile of beautiful shard together
I bet you’re used to
Rolling off the glare of men
So easily
None ever taking time
To touch your broken parts
Not a single lick given to a single wound
Too busy using their tongues
To swoon at how pretty you are.