Think about it, it’s not meant to be “dark” like this and all other of my poetry seems, just read it, and you’ll understand.
Gentle fingers traced the firm jaw as she gazes into his eyes
They draw closer to share a breath as their hearts beat as one
His grip on her shoulder is firm, as he strokes her delicate skin
Her eyes are dark and burning, her heart yearning for more.
(Damned)
She has her back against the wall, staring lifelessly at nothing
The smooth mane of black trenches falls across her cheek
As she bends her head to inevitable defeat
Her ivory skin is burning to the touch, she’s thinking of home.
(Gone)
The tears fall red against her pale skin, like blood
She’s plotting revenge, sitting quietly like a porcelain doll
Face stoic and wine tears falling from artic eyes
Trailing down like her bleeding heart.
(Crying)
She holds him, trying to force him to look at her
He closes his eyes, he reminisces as he holds her
He can hear her heart drowning, his shin rests on her head
Before he pushes her back and turns away.
(Screaming)
She watched him through those dark, burning eyes
She’s holding the cool metal against her hot skin, and it don’t feel nice
She’s crying, and screaming, and running and falling, and drowning and burning,
And twin trails of wine tears follow in her wake.
(Fighting)
The tears fall red against her pale skin like blood
She’s plotting her revenge, sitting quietly
As she bends her head to the sudden defeat
Her ivory skin is burning to the touch, she’s thinking of home,
(Leaving)
She watched him through those dark, burning eyes
She’s holding the cool metal against her hot skin, and it don’t feel nice
She’s thinking of a life left behind
She’s gone.
July 28,2006 11:28 p.m.
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Submission Name: Wine Tears
