¶Words have no meaning, unless you make them, turning them into a spontaneous overflow of rhythm¶
¶A string of broken pieces interwoven into into poetry.
Broken symphonies, turned into poetry¶
Dedicated to for bruisedmelodies being an inspiration. Your poems are beautiful Daffy and I can't thank you enough for sharing them.
If sex was art, I would paint you naked on my bed and make your moans colourful.
If poetry was magic, I would enchant you into a book and make the world marvel at your beauty through the words I formed you with.
If love was high, I would place you right at centre of the stars, and make your smile outshine them all.
If beauty was a flute, I would enrich the world with only your melody. And make the universe dance solely to your tune.
As grace is eternal, and If I could; I would make the world bow at your magnificence and torture the earth with your graciousness.
If sin was pure, I would make the world drink from your palms and make even the sun, envy you with guilty temptation.
If angels were visible, I would make you a guardian to all, and watch as demons of darkness fall humbly in defeat at your feet.
And even as temptation is an option, I would fall right into you without a single doubt in mind, not once will I look back nor I, wallow in guilt.
I would place you so high, that not one earthling would be worthy of you.
Basking only in your glory.
The thought of you, a perfect addiction. .
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. And your body...
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Oh, your body.
I would play your body like a harp, pop your cherry of a pussy, master the beauty of your curves-every inch of it-everyoutline, drown in your dessert juice. And with every flick of your clit, I would capture your moan in my mouth and make it a sound of a lifetime.
One that only I would share in, feeding off you for eternity, for as long as I live.
~Hey. See what I did there? In defeat at your feet. Brilliant! Isn't it?
Little story. So the picture below was the first inspiration, as I scrolled through my gallery. And then while I tried to think of words to match my thoughts, I took a break and randomly opened instagram, then came right back to Wattpad and was reading through bruisedmelodiespoems and just like that. I got inspired.
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Along the line, I sent this piece to a couple of friends after it was written. Idk, for some reasons I felt so proud of myself, I just had to share, because deep down, I knew it was good... Blah blah I got compliments. Someone even asked if I was a closeted lesbian. LOL. I had nothing sexual in mind while I wrote this, believe me. It just came naturally and I didn't see the sexual meaning in it until after, and I'm like, yo! I see it too, but that's not the point. Seeing that the dedication goes to a female, it's only normal to think that way. Besides, the piece doesn't refer to her, it's just a poem and nothing more. It was only dedicated to her, alright? But honestly, I'm straight okay? Just like an upright pole. I had to clear the air, and I'm sorry if it's not convincing enough but that's all I'm gonna say.
