You took me by the hand, your grip having the warmth I desired.
Your vicious, vile smile, I hadn't known what else to think.
Possibly it's a lie, however lies all come from truth.
You opened my heart to the warmth surrounding you.
I had been freezing, losing my touch.
Then you saved me, as we slowly fell into deep lust.
Crackling slowly, the emotion burning bright, in a fire encasing the room in dim light.
The sofa softly caressing your skin, your hair falling over your neck.
That beautiful idea, we both similarly comprehend.
They'll never see us as well, only evil in their hearts.
When evil comes together, it can create a new 'start'.
The warmth radiating, the slit up to your thigh.
The gorgeous white dress, flowing ever so slightly behind.
Ah, how these moments, I'm living in my own nightmare.
I loved her, and she's dying.
I am a sinner, I cannot erase my sins.
I've tainted my lips in a lustrous scent, faint with the smell of lies.
Ah, how her father had died in this event.
How, the clash of family, making her cry for her sisters life.
However, yet this disdain, they found love, in this slowly ascending (hyper condescending) game, where lust and blood is all that's shed.
Over the years, those whom lost, now lie dead.
The weak cannot survive, and now that she's shed blood.
Her reliance is twisted to survive.
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~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
