A Love StoryA Poem by Kenneth SmootA heart through a gold dagger Doesn’t it hurt my dear? Never snow, but an evil queen Too bad that’s all you see. Between distant lands Strawberry lips decayed In silence of crowded rooms Perception is fraud and only. Amidst a darkened sky Waste away precious lungs Worms come out as you sob So drunkenness takes you near. Let a waiting vision annul Wait for your hands to fickle Watch your words become fragile And your hearing becomes a lie. Wait and waiting, pitter patter Let you come and die Mice I know you’ll like As bodies are eaten alive. © 2012 Kenneth Smoot |
StatsAuthorKenneth SmootCTAboutI love writing about things having to do with witchcraft and the supernatural, I'm inspired by gay romance and erotica, and I love fantasy/sci-fi. Right now I'm working on a story about a guy named.. more..Writing
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