My KindA Poem by Vampaslick
Harnessing myself to her thought,
I can't be certain on anything I've bought, Always regretting the siblings I've fought, Yet this time I'm precise, I've received what I've sought. Watching my morals crumble before my eyes, I've decided to don a liquid trait, Perhaps I'm meant to be one who can't sigh, And I'm a hypocrite, one filled with hate. Yet, I've seemingly survived all the lies, The intricate labyrinth she used as bait Drowned my echo and my futile cries, The ghost, one smiling, interlaced our fate. I can feel myself falling, using her as a life force, Trekking the stars and calling, my blood refuses to course. Pursuit is minimal, watching attempted cries from a voice too hoarse. Perhaps we're criminals, wicked laughing with no remorse. Yet the love for us is available as the night sky, And at the end of the day we always embrace, And it doesn't matter if death brings a light sigh, We're all grudge-free, and we know better than to make haste. © 2014 VampaslickFeatured Review
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