his seductive pure voice
haunting the sickly sweet dreams,
of her nightmares.
his warm cruel laughter
bleeding sheer sweet innocence,
out of her delicate ears.
his cacophony filled eyes
staring deep in her scarred soul,
which he held once.
his rosy soft lips
scarring the places they touched her,
which tasted of heaven once.
his sinful soft touch
blessing curses along their trail
over her delicate skin.
his frosted ruby heart
evolving her love and darkness,
into his own twisted love.
–him
YOU ARE READING
After 2AM
ŞiirMusings that of a mind filled with too much emotions and feelings which ended up spilling and cascading down into a void to be filled after the otherworldly charms of after 2am. Copyright @2020 lunahmed ✨2nd PLACE IN RANDOM: The Ace Awards 2020
