O' my beloved
I am your unfeigned novelist
that can draw you in
I will pirouette with you
in all your exoticism
and your mystical amour
I will scribble down all that I see
even when you make my bosom bleed steadily
I can feel your appetite for my true love
you have away that enraptures me
when I look in your browny eyes
they are twinkling like the cascade night
You tell me so much things
that makes my heart ache badly
you cast your wizardry on me again
I written down all your evilness
you make my bosom race
Yes, I am your true novelist
you make my spirit fly
like a beautifully beddable butterfly
that dances around in the chilly air at night
in your cascade eyes
I feel so untouchable
until you call me back to you
I see a lot of things your darkness brings
you smack all my sweetness
but all you proffered back is bitterness
yes, I'm your unfeigned novelist
I penciled out your face
I did expunge the monster from the sky
I get this mental facade that makes me loudly cry
but this is your flavoring of your amour
You tell me all kinds of things
that makes me want to badly scream
I am under your spell
you cast your wizardry on me
you fascinate me
only to make me badly bleed
you want pleasure
And only a drop of your saccharine blood
that will proffer me so much love.
©SimranJolly_
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The Bleeding Rose
PoesíaThis book is generally based on a girl who had endured a lot of pangs all through love, obsession, shattered heart and obviously by an adrifted amour. And all these concepts or ideas written by author's vivid imagination and fascinations towards poe...
