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Random poem

Blood stains red
at the first signs of life.
Blood stain red
at the tip of
a knife.
Come tell me
your lies,
please show me
your heart.
So I can
laugh in your face
as I tear it apart.

Lets lay together
like honey dripping
from a spoon
lets die together
because you know
we are doomed
forever on this
ride called love; forever in your womb.

Author's Note

This feels unfinished, so maybe I will add more when I find the right words.

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

Interesting piece. You can definitely continue with this.

[mishka]

Thanks.
it'll come to me eventually.