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Letter From Jasmine
(This is part three of a 3 part series, Goodbye My Lovely Jasmine, Jasmine's Return, Letter From Jasmine)
Shoved down, and locked away
Left me to wait until the day
You crawl to me, on your knee
To witness what was done to me
Cold and alone, you cried
Wishing you could have died
Sacrificed blood you paid
At my alter, you prayed
Begged me to stay, within your heart
I planned to take, and shred apart
To invade and corrode your mind
Steal your body, leave you behind
But, I feel in love
We were happy in your mind
Both so sweet, so kind
We loved, and gave out all
Pleasant life, until our fall
First, you made it all my fault,
To soil and taint my trust,
And spit my name with insult?
For which, your bloodshed is a must!
Coughing, lounges full of blood
Startling images, starting to flood
Mom lying on the floor
Still alive, to suffer more
Brother still, neck slit wide
To drench your loves with flame
Sit in the dark, as did I
Belong to me, to watch you die
To range and screech in your ear
Yet to stand to me, with no fear
Then to trick me, when I’m blind
Chained tight, bound, hidden
For none to find.
Ps. Miss you xoxoxoxox
Love, Yours, Jasmine.
Shoved down, and locked away
Left me to wait until the day
You crawl to me, on your knee
To witness what was done to me
Cold and alone, you cried
Wishing you could have died
Sacrificed blood you paid
At my alter, you prayed
Begged me to stay, within your heart
I planned to take, and shred apart
To invade and corrode your mind
Steal your body, leave you behind
But, I feel in love
We were happy in your mind
Both so sweet, so kind
We loved, and gave out all
Pleasant life, until our fall
First, you made it all my fault,
To soil and taint my trust,
And spit my name with insult?
For which, your bloodshed is a must!
Coughing, lounges full of blood
Startling images, starting to flood
Mom lying on the floor
Still alive, to suffer more
Brother still, neck slit wide
To drench your loves with flame
Sit in the dark, as did I
Belong to me, to watch you die
To range and screech in your ear
Yet to stand to me, with no fear
Then to trick me, when I’m blind
Chained tight, bound, hidden
For none to find.
Ps. Miss you xoxoxoxox
Love, Yours, Jasmine.
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