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X's, O's, and Bloody Roses
Your vibe is majestic, I
love drowning in you.
And the window to your
soul is like
a portal to
Never Ever Land. Young, full of
life, and so enchanting,
it brings light to a
dull and crowded room.
You're the angel in my nightmare,
and I'm the non-parallel sided trapezium
that you can't seem to fit in a conglomerate of
beautifully designed squares, which doesn't bother you-
you love me anyway.
Like a unique gem, you hold me so dear
to your heart, yet hide me from
the rest of the world.
Repressed to the very core,
you consume every
ounce of logic left in this
torched and helpless soul,
while your orgasm is
the wine that quenches my
thirst, and your toxic
love is the venom that
pumps through these
drug-riddled veins.
You love me not because
I give you comfort, but because I'm the
energy that enables your youthful
spirit to live on forever, and
thrive to the beat of my fluttering
heart.
Kisses feed an insatiable
lust, warm hugs nurture a
wounded heart, and the crimson
red falling from each rose pedal
paints a picture-perfect future in
Never Ever Land, a paradise filled
with wishful thinking
and promises never to be kept.
I fucking miss you.
love drowning in you.
And the window to your
soul is like
a portal to
Never Ever Land. Young, full of
life, and so enchanting,
it brings light to a
dull and crowded room.
You're the angel in my nightmare,
and I'm the non-parallel sided trapezium
that you can't seem to fit in a conglomerate of
beautifully designed squares, which doesn't bother you-
you love me anyway.
Like a unique gem, you hold me so dear
to your heart, yet hide me from
the rest of the world.
Repressed to the very core,
you consume every
ounce of logic left in this
torched and helpless soul,
while your orgasm is
the wine that quenches my
thirst, and your toxic
love is the venom that
pumps through these
drug-riddled veins.
You love me not because
I give you comfort, but because I'm the
energy that enables your youthful
spirit to live on forever, and
thrive to the beat of my fluttering
heart.
Kisses feed an insatiable
lust, warm hugs nurture a
wounded heart, and the crimson
red falling from each rose pedal
paints a picture-perfect future in
Never Ever Land, a paradise filled
with wishful thinking
and promises never to be kept.
I fucking miss you.
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