A rush, A candle, and A broken MatchA Poem by Moonfloweryou were never the darkness, it was me...You speak through purple lenses squinted eyes all almond and spite Once, yes once they were chocolate and white Pure like the way your hand folded around my fingers Gently, pressing, urgent I feel your lips against skin, silver sweet Tingling sweat on quivering breasts "are you awake...darling...lover..." Oh, to wrap myself in cotton threads of memorial Sew those patches, shifting light, burning breath with eager fingers Like the dawn spread feebly out along your spine Those eyes A perfect mouth that curls into a snarl, disgust loathing heartbeat, one, two, four, eight I look away and you're still seething as if my fluttering lung span is crumpling your own oxygen supply "tramp" I heard the whispers, the barking bites of those well wishers don't forget the sarcasm, baby I only meant to leave you in the dust yet here I am, covered up to the neck in mud while you're scowling like that broken heart is yours Mine...mine You spit, the ground collapsing under the Heat of your wrath and walk away... © 2013 MoonflowerAuthor's Note
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Added on May 7, 2013Last Updated on May 10, 2013 AuthorMoonflowerLouisville, KYAboutHello :) My name is Desiree. What brings me to this website is my love for poetry and storytelling. At this time I consider myself more of a poet, than a writer or author. I do not have the pa.. more..Writing
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