Etiqueta: Love poetry
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While there’s blood on them
To lick your lips, While there is blood in them. To attach your soul to myself. To be your own, Spear of fear as well. To be the butterfly of your nightmares. That’s all I’ll guarantee if you’re… Right here. Singing with me.
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Kaboom
Precisely, on these kind of times I do, I do regret losing you. But then I think and believe it was the best, so you wouldn’t end up hurt. I had to release you from my curse, my stupid mouth is the princess of kaboom. I don’t need to tell you, for you know already…
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Where from
Where has this fire come from? It’s percolated subtle, In the warm blood of spring rains. Unconscious camouflaged and unnoticed. Where does this noise come from? Disharmonious; Your tell-tale voice of sweet, unlikely twit. It came like death. Latched on to me; Becoming true, Certain with tik-tak as time. Not even now I suspect myself diseased.…