Llorn
Beguiled by the eyes of a thief
Whose hands have stolen the moist of my skin
With just a breath my very soul he unruffled
With just a gaze he made these words improper; jumbled.
Not like any other, he's chaste
Not like any other, Not like...
Ever he would wipe these tears away
Ever he'd kneel to his knees to plead
His volition's bullet in my chest
Digging trebling holes that never convalesce.
Not like any other he mastered
This art of hate that tortures as it perforates.
Shut the door, I beg
So I'll ever see your face
It attracts more of distaste,
venomous like a snake.
Shut the door and don't
remind me of your world
-Your burning dreams off the wall!
Dull me like a flower on the wall.
Cause I could die every day
My veins would not display
Free fall, I already fall
I beg, please shut the door.
Cause how to let you go?
...Really. I don't know.
Copyright © Luci Lynd | Year Posted 2016
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