Her lips were blood red,
But it was her words,
Her deadly jeweled daggers,
That drew blood
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Naive
PoetryWORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT. A collection of poetry. For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with wo...
daggers
Her lips were blood red,
But it was her words,
Her deadly jeweled daggers,
That drew blood
