i just want to be loved,
burned at the stake
for being too desirable.
but as the venom
of your sins
lay beneath my
mushy skin,
i shall become the shell
of the most delicious
symphony
that you will ever hear.
watching with
darken blue eyes,
you cry
as the visions of
hail marys
and communion awaken within me,
shall you drink
the wine of my blood.
for i blessed this vessel,
to be your only temple.
but like a god waiting for their offerings,
you never once sacrificed yourself for me.
- zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
