![]() Libertine LoverA Poem by Elizabeth
you say I am beautiful
and I hate you perverse and twisted half truths rolling off your forked tongue I see you for what you are I see what you see a deluge of sick images playing in your mind I will not be your conquest in an alley or breathe into your ear and let you pull my hair I will not cure your every ill with my touch or lie and make a man of the filth that stands before me I loathe you I will not be your saving grace or be left in the dark after satisfying your fantasy I am not beautiful and I will never be yours © 2011 ElizabethFeatured Review
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26 Reviews Added on June 15, 2010 Last Updated on June 8, 2011 Previous Versions Author![]() ElizabethWonderland, TNAboutI am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend. .. more..Writing
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