So, I'll say this
[smash these feelings down on paper]
I.am.not.here.for.your.enjoyment
Seal it with a crimson kiss
Those hunger pains, stains on your lips
You think this is just a game
Darlin' these mascarra smears
[are not just for decoration]
Why do you think I leave them on your pillow?
With the lingering scent of our love
[or just sex?]
I could leave a thousand signs
[embrace of red satin, dark lace]
And still we'd be a car crash of your invention
[it's a fucked up suicide]
&& I'll be the star
You can tell from the glitter on my cheeks
And the dark stains round my eyes
I.am.not.here.for.your.enjoyment
You're here for mine?
My eyes betray me
This desperate facade
Seal it with a crimson kiss
[...my suicide?]
You bitter, beautiful infatuation
I'll take a photo of your eyes...
[So I can take my time studying your soul]
A contest entry
- hey [bro/ken baby] give me your world. by makeout kid.
475 points, ended February 19, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this was marvelous, darling.
i loved every second i spent reading it.
this is...[gah]...so freakin' amazing.
good.luck.
♥
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Thank you m'love
xx
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