Your lips,
I stained them,
With the pigmented color,
Of love,
And blood,
Your fist,
Your fist came to my cheek,
In love,
And hate,
I bit you,
My teeth,
Stained you with blood,
Or lipstick,
I couldn't tell,
All I watched was you run through the door,
Your eyes,
Your lips,
You were a rose,
Your sent hypnotized me,
Blinded me,
And your thorns,
Oh your thorns,
Killed me,
Ripping my soul from the inside out,
You were there,
And now you are gone.
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Spirit of the Owl
شِعرSome people follow their own paths, and some others need some help. But what really is the goal we all want?
