I choked out poisoned words
out my bruised lips,
a long thread of deadly letters combined.
Touch it not, hug it not,
or it might stab you in the back.
Be careful, observe it with two eyes.
You can never know a traitor among angels,
unless it'll kiss you with evil lips.
A kiss - sweet and venomous kiss -
will be your death.
YOU ARE READING
Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
