FORGOTTEN UNHOLY PETALS PRESSED INTO YOUR INKY JOURNAL
FORGOTTEN BURNING EMBERS IN THE DUSTY FIREPLACE THAT ONCE HOSTED A RAGING FLAME;
DUSTY FURNITURE COVERED WITH VANILLA SHEETS OF A ONCE STAR SPANGLED HOME;
A HALF EATEN LEMON TART THAT HAD TRANSLUCENT SYRUP COAT YOUR SILLY TONGUE;
SACCHARINE EMPTY PROMISES WHISPERED INTO BLUSHING EARS NEVER TO BE HEARD OF AGAIN.
was I that easy to forget?
YOU ARE READING
Bloody Love
PoetryYOU RIPPED MY HEART OUT OF MY RIBS AND SMILED AT THE CRIMSON STAINING YOUR HANDS. YOU ONLY WANTED A TASTE OF THE SUBLIME. hanabi_neko © 2017 (plagiarism is what sends your souls to hell people. be fair.)
