I hadn’t touched you deep enough
But you have, I am strewn poison
Far into my breath I am focused and
In spin.
I want I want
But I can no longer have it.
I look on and I take you
I am so beyond your wildest reach.
The flower is gone she no longer
Dances, sways inside your eyes.
She’s fire and flame, so bled to ashes
From the ice and winter in my touch.
I hadn’t graced yet but I feel you chill
And I know that I have you so.
Completely.
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You wake without the stars in your mirror.
The broken vision of his virgin sweet.
The Mary Magdalene, of bitter blood and poisoned taste.
She hates and hates.
But I am so un affected.
So useless to her cries of banishment
And despair, but he no longer hears the whisper.
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The flower is gone, she no longer
Dances, sways inside your eyes.
She’s fire and flame, so bled to ashes
From the ice and winter in my touch.
I hadn’t graced you yet but I feel you chill
And I know that I have you so
Entirely.
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I’d like to see you
For who you really are.
You strike me so dangerous
I taste it and i see it. I am.
I feel so bad and I cant
Quite stray .from you.
I wont say no
If you asked me anyway.
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