𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍
The sweet, gentle lips of an unknowing child,
lured in and pinched by the careless
intentions of a grown man,
eager for one night of bliss.
A dance meant for only the most special,
thrown away for the pleasure of one man
who had danced for many years.
These nights are supposed to be
written in calligraphy,
but instead, the words
are formed from the lies
of deceitful blades that
carve this curse into
my skin.
Introduce yourself here! Share something about yourself.
I'm Ruth and I'm a professional graphic designer. My best friend May got me into writing and helps me express myself in more ways than just my usual art. This is my first poetry collection! The poems in this book are held very close to my heart and are used as a way for me to support myself in whatever I am feeling! Other than graphic design, I enjoy camping, horror movies, and loads of different music genres! I hope you enjoy reading this collection and all of the things I have in mind for it!
Ruth
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Lovelorn ➻ 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚
شِعرLovelorn | I have lost count of how many times I have lost myself. I lost myself in the grown men who grab the petite hands of little girls ... ... ... Original poems based on real-life experiences dealing with mature topics. Cover made by @Ruth_Kin...
