the way you caressed my skin
felt like the bites of your kisses
that would sink deep into my flesh
to poison me from the world.
you lured me with your dangerous,
angelic eyes
and killed me,
slowly
with your gold venomous fangs
that ate me up alive.
-n.d.
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Poetryhis name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017
