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Good Morning Beautiful
Perfection isn't brought to this world for anyone.
I'm not good for anything.
Bright and early I wake just to see your pretty face and say "Good morning beautiful."
Kiss your lips thinking about what I've done to you.
It'll prolly destroy you if you knew.
The real me.
The one that doesn't deserve to inhale your sweet perfume at night when you're getting ready to serve me.
Touch my skin with your paws and smile with those amazing bones just glimmering at me.
Wrap my arms around something I don't deserve.
You mean everything to me.
Every breaths and steps I make is for your desires.
I'll make it all happen.
Don't try to hang me out dry for a long time because I'll evaporate to the ground.
You won't hear a sound from me again.
You'll be free from this piece.
I am the piece of cloth sewed to your heart.
Tattooed there so we won't tear apart.
Never share these words of art to anyone.
Our love is buried until hell breaks loose.
I'm not good for anything.
Bright and early I wake just to see your pretty face and say "Good morning beautiful."
Kiss your lips thinking about what I've done to you.
It'll prolly destroy you if you knew.
The real me.
The one that doesn't deserve to inhale your sweet perfume at night when you're getting ready to serve me.
Touch my skin with your paws and smile with those amazing bones just glimmering at me.
Wrap my arms around something I don't deserve.
You mean everything to me.
Every breaths and steps I make is for your desires.
I'll make it all happen.
Don't try to hang me out dry for a long time because I'll evaporate to the ground.
You won't hear a sound from me again.
You'll be free from this piece.
I am the piece of cloth sewed to your heart.
Tattooed there so we won't tear apart.
Never share these words of art to anyone.
Our love is buried until hell breaks loose.
Published 27th Jun 2011
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27th Jun 2011 7:58am
"I am the piece of cloth sewed to your heart.
Tattooed there so we won't tear apart.
Never share these words of art to anyone.
Our love is buried until hell breaks loose."
This section is absolutley wonderful with all of the lierary techniques used, whether intended or not. But I feel like the rest of the poem doesn't live up to it. It almost feels like two different works. Maybe in the word choice or lack of equal imagery? Just something to consider.
Tattooed there so we won't tear apart.
Never share these words of art to anyone.
Our love is buried until hell breaks loose."
This section is absolutley wonderful with all of the lierary techniques used, whether intended or not. But I feel like the rest of the poem doesn't live up to it. It almost feels like two different works. Maybe in the word choice or lack of equal imagery? Just something to consider.
27th Jun 2011 7:59am
Anonymous
28th Jun 2011 9:18am
This person really loves you . I can hear your fear believing what you know. Sad you can't love this person the way he loves you. Victoria nice work but stop running from a man that will die for you.
