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You Forgot Her Thorns
I climbed
sensually, naked
onto your bed
I gazed
Did you see the dream
there in my eyes?
Did you see the hope
formed by the lies
you told with your
perfect hands?
~Lips on my neck
bruises on my heart~
I was lost
in the way prey is lost
wounded, helpless
covered in blood and snow
Shaken
I was only the kind of lovely
you could crush
A rose
I hope those thorns
left my memory
somewhere,
embedded
bleeding
aching
in your wicked soul
sensually, naked
onto your bed
I gazed
Did you see the dream
there in my eyes?
Did you see the hope
formed by the lies
you told with your
perfect hands?
~Lips on my neck
bruises on my heart~
I was lost
in the way prey is lost
wounded, helpless
covered in blood and snow
Shaken
I was only the kind of lovely
you could crush
A rose
I hope those thorns
left my memory
somewhere,
embedded
bleeding
aching
in your wicked soul
Published 25th Sep 2019
Author's Note
A Breaking of the Gods Pt. 3 will be out soon!
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- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
25th Sep 2019 2:22am
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25th Sep 2019 12:08pm
You can leave a situation behind, but scars are eternal. Some say even holy presences of experience. Gotta agree with HF regarding the tildes - it is a great balance. The sparse use of bold and italics also creates an emphasis on the importance of certain words, yet isn't so brazen it disrupts the flow of the verse. I also like the space which allows the reader to slowly absorb the evolution of the poetry revealing itself.
Well done you - a very advanced writing style.
Well done you - a very advanced writing style.
25th Sep 2019 11:18pm
28th Oct 2019 2:36am
