Bleeding OutA Poem by Lunalove6963
I want to worship you
in ever since of the word I want to be your slave And you my master When you sit on your throne I will crown your head And even in your bed I will serve you To the very end You run threw my veins like a drug that gets me high I will follow you down into the fiery abyss I keep coming back I find you hard to resist Like a blade on my wrists This is my heart bleeding out © 2019 Lunalove6963 |
StatsAuthorLunalove6963, NYAboutWriter, wife, mother. I write erotica, depression, and narcissistic abuse. Married to Terry Smith the poet, artist, and lover! Mother of 3. My book a fragmented soul: despair of the narcissitically a.. more..Writing
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