Scars Of Love
If the skies are blue
Roses red and the grass green
My love for you would be dark
The tar of charcoal, like a black hole
Where stars dare not shine
I loved you like kohl to my eyes
Like intricately hennaed hands and feet
Tinkling bangles called out to you
The you within me cried out for you
A bride led to the slaughter
Fattened lamb to the altar
Visceral offal to the crowsVisceral offal to the crows
I’m standing here all patched up
Like a piece of child’s play.
Some parts of me are nowhere to be found
This puzzle can never be whole again
Now I’m searching for you… For love
Across seven seas I would come
To give you sweet ginger love
A taste of your own poison
Certainly it won’t kill you…
Or will it?
Written by Andrevn
About author
You might also like
THE MASOCHIST
Scars tell a story, mine tell stories of my love pain His lips touch my scars, kissing them, licking them He cradles me, makes love to me And when he
From a Homosexual to the Forerunner of CHANGE
We are born on the back of angels with broken wings and hearts that match perfectly Our spirits have been rocked to sleep by the arms of an oppressive system
SOLILOQUY
Did I find you Or simply thought that I did? Our impassioned craze Was it love or was it chemistry? Numb we were, shorn to the feel Of pain, of
1 Comment
Mandy
January 02, 16:36Lmao. Omo, these scars have sure given you a taste for revenge, huh?