Her concealed shadows peel at the edges, glazed lips glossed with her roseate lies. You are the dreary sidereal slumbering between the vacuum of time and space, wet, papery nectar bitter on tongues.
And like stars and roses, you only worship their beauty after witnessing their eternal sleep.
And like stars and roses, you only fear their wrath because you failed to see their ugly truths.
❝ BECAUSE BEAUTY CAN ONLY BE CHERISHED FOR SO LONG. ❞
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- so darling, see me before I fade
YOU ARE READING
WICKED HEARTS
Poetry❝ WE ARE ALL THE BAD IN SOMEONE'S STORY. ❞ do not copy. all rights reserved ⓒ 𑁍 blue rose awards | first place in poetry & second place in unknown story
