YOU ARE READING dark places Poetry lovely 73 3 2 by lovebug91 by lovebug91 Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Your on a pedestal, High above, only he can touch you, your his dove. Now lay a birdy, with a broken neck, Screams kept silence, With a tortured breath. Lovely lips, Stained red from the blood he caused Lovely to shed.