Hex's poetry

As some of you may know, I'm obsessed with Tak, so this is a poem I wrote about Tak, from Karen's point of view.

I see him standing over my bed,
Tak my love of the walking dead
You often confide in me, a place to hide;
a way to leave your world behind

I know to him, I don't exist
To hold his heart, I must resist
The thoughts to stroke his mangled face
I must hold back; to keep my place

For him I feel immense desire
He's my love, my my heart and sire
With his attitude so strong and fierce
Through my heart his eyes do pierce

I wish he knew just how I feel
But I know this can't be real,
This secret of mine has been kept
For this reason, I have wept