Stained innocence
dripping from
the petals
of desire
Love sick
mercy hanging
for a scent
of the untouchable
Rose in hand
thorns in mind
tearing the
fabrication
Releasing the
existence of
torturous persuasion
in darkness
....Growing
Author notes
something a little abstract to awake the muse
Comments
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For as the shadows do grow
so the mystery does unfold
the darkness seems
to take control...
O' I do love your words
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