Icy ThornsA Poem by Panteha
I wish I could taste the blood
Going round and round around your heart I wish I could burn this flame Sit still and make the rage take the blame I wish I wasn't reaching for a whole When all I am is an icy thorn Like a rose, but not a red one An insecure, colorless, dead one Oh my love, pour me with that pureness Because I crave it, that little innocence And bend me that strand of heart Before I fall into the fading art
© 2017 PantehaAuthor's Note
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Added on April 27, 2017 Last Updated on April 27, 2017 |