Breaking like the silence you imagined
There's an infection in your skin
Will you let me fake a smile
And dig to find a vein
So hold on as I say let go
The fever is rising through your blood
Let me steal a cut that feels like glory
I'm just dying to get in
And the way your lips were stained red
Tempting witch, aren't you dead yet
Can you leave alone your world
So I can look inside your disease
Intoxicating, I am
Almost certain that I am
Vidicated but you won't let me sleep
Just a little longer for your trouble
And the way your breath paints vanilla lace
The way your sweat taste like sugar and ice
Across your skin, the lipstick you trace
It's the way I'm just living to die
We're like tragic travesties
It's all just in my head I swear
But your wicked smile dragged me down
And I'm just dying to get in
Author notes
User Name: E. Ross
I hope you liked this.
A contest entry
- ice and salt on skin by bird-mad girl.
1000 points, ended January 2, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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I enjoyed this. You could find a lot of meanings to this piece of writing. <3 Good job.
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"And the way your breath paints vanilla lace
The way your sweat taste like sugar and ice
Across your skin, the lipstick you trace
It's the way I'm just living to die"
Very Love Like Winter.
other than that;;
Gorgeous poem.
Blessed be
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