Vanilla Sparks

You were a hundred
Smashed bottles and I...I
Was a glass glass casket
Ready to shatter at
Deaths door,because
Your bottles beauty invaded
Everything that protruded in
My head.
Yes you,with your slender
Glass figure and long ravishing
Slim neck and when our lips touched
Eachother it was like vanilla sparks
Bursting with emerald skies with
A Tiffany blue after taste.
My hand clasp so tightly
Around your slender neck,
Your arms inside my casket
Where we wait upon
Deaths inviting door.

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Written by idolwords (Lacey Ann)
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