B L O O D L I P S
Lips.
Lips as red as blood
Black.
Black are her Tresses fair,
White.
Snow white was her skin.
Her heart.
Her heart is cold like ice.
Frozen,
Frozen until a long awaited kiss.
Kindness,
Kindness was in her dark eyes.
Red,
Red was the apple she bit.
Dreams.
Dreams she will have forever more.
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Dreaming: A book of poetry
PoésieDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
