Emerald DispositionA Poem by OhhhwillowThe truth hurts - a honest understatement
Treachery tickles me,
Though it's not mine to feel. In a looking-glass I conceal your red tape murder, And the reflection of emerald disposition. Paradox prevails in your morality. A crystal skull lying in the lap of it's lovers bones Is fateful at best To the wicked that rest With ears held on by adhesive only. Truth is the tale not told at birth, Caressed in corpses For it's painful worth That's sceptre held a flame of fallen embers. Your layers pave a broken path, A masochistic aftermath With means to a plunge of distortion. Cruel remorse is a gift when secrets go unmade - An honest story steals the day ahead with a hurricane. Rain is forecast by a torched stomach And the stars stay veiled By flinching remains of your lustful lullaby That reassigns the map I made, Once upon a time © 2013 OhhhwillowAuthor's Note
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Added on May 25, 2013Last Updated on May 29, 2013 AuthorOhhhwillowEdinburgh, Scotland, United KingdomAboutWrite it down and read it Instagram: ohhhwillow Twitter: @H0ly_FUCKer 'Let me sometimes dance With you, Or climb, Or stand perchance In ecstasy, Fixed and free In a rhym.. more..Writing
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