Through Her Skin.

Pride Ed

27 May, 2014 07:48 PM
In haughty, yet elegant tone, 
I say to you "do this to me," 
and I point at the arabesque 
vines in the courtyard. 
Found in jovial play, the knife 
you gave my body with the wilted
roses from your hands. 
Hands that pilfer! Hands that shake 
as they cut into me. 
Forever of redolence; the 
thorns in my side, and your blue eyes, 
so lustful, they still rip into me.
Tags: Love, Hate, Death, Pain, Murder
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speterson085 says:
12 Jun, 2014 08:44 PM

I like this ^_^ nice poem.

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Pride Ed says:
15 Jun, 2014 12:58 AM

Thank you! :D

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