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A pound of flesh for your pleasure, bite down harder for my pain. This morbid, sensual treasure, a knife blade from insane. The beatings and the bruises, a reminder of the hurt.
Okay what wrong with me. Seriously doctor just tell me whats wrong with me. 'I'm sorry my dear lady but you seem to be crazy' Doctor what do you mean can't you save me. What is wrong with me.
I lie down and close my eyes. Thinking about so many flowers. Mostly I'm just thinking about you. In my head you flutter so sweetly, my lovely little butterfly girl.
Underworld king & queen, Stuck in the underworld, inferno, hell itself, Do not stop for death only stop for her, Cries of the dead a lullaby in our head, Ummmmmm Our discreet secret desires, Raven...
Lying in a petrified state, waiting to get a release. Imprisoned, in marble, walls of fire and lightning. Got my arm stretched out. Cut me up, and drink my blood. Drain me, my love.
There was a scent in the air. Something alluring. I blindly shot my arrow through the dark. Hit something soft. It was a heart. Driven from the start. Found the heart inside a smashing young beauty.
(what if your partner's family hated you as passionately as you loved... Then it ended.
Won't someone save me now.
Heart aches, like a stab. Happy heart attack. I've got something to show you. My bleeding heart, it bleeds for you. Heartache, hard to breathe. There's something I want from you.
When I first saw the brightness of her emerald green eyes she entranced me. When I kissed her ruby lips I became enslaved by my desire.
"Poisonnet" In the last empty maze I left you for lust... For regular shades, the stem's thorned ladders Only after my fall to the mired fault's meadows My memory showed you, I'm pulled to the past.
His voice echoes in the dark night. I wince. I can recognize the way he breathes. "Tristan?" I cry out. He doesn't respond. I know he's here, and not for the reason I pray he is.
She was different, like no one else. She laughed at my jokes and shared my pain. She led me through the darkness and she held my hand. Her skin as soft as velvet and with one touch would paralyse you.
"Whoa, who's that?" I nudged Melrose, tilting my head towards the tall, jet black haired, sharp green eyed boy leaning against the tree in the schools courtyard. "Oh him.
He traced the lines cut in his flesh, as she drew back the blade. He saw the anger in her words, but still he was not afraid. So, let her tear his heart out, so she could hold it in her hand.
"Black velvet" The velvets of your black wings Taste to me like the beaten winds. It smells like scents of Etna’s ashen peak sneaks by To erupt my depths with cold, hard steel.
I know not well those whispering hips, They pardon whole my silent lips Of many words that curse its groove, She is criminal but I approve.
This is an incredibly short story I wrote for my A-Level Literature course and like the majority of my poetry it has resurfaced lately...
I'll live for her. But it kills me when she tantalizes me by calling out my name. A sweet melody dances on her lips,even when she scolds me for passing the line. But I'll live for her.
Melrose and Rodeo drive. That was her corner; veronica was number one around here. Ever since Veronica was fourteen she has been on her own. Doing whatever she had to do to get what she needed.
Ever since I saw you dance, I couldn't settle with just a single glance. Your movements, so filled with grace, and filled with cuteness is your face.
Hardly a day passed without some thought of her and yet somehow he felt that things were on the up. It had been a lovely Summer and their romance (as he liked to think of it) had consumed it.