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Madeline Aug 2018
lies trickle like honey
from his lips
glistening sticky and sweet

his words drip and glue
to my skin
desperately clinging
wanting to become a part of me

each word glows red
as i am branded
i walk in a ruby aroma
spiced with anger and hate

invisible to all
but not to me
i become art
a tangled masterpiece
in my own forever
Madeline Aug 2018
i am traces of my mother
i have the power
to move mountains
and create new life

with each kiss
she gave me
seeds were planted
she told me that
flowers go with green

for we both have
green eyes of envy
don't let it control you
my dear

for green eyes can be
filled with jealousy
and hate
alluring but dangerous

allow these flowers
to keep you humble
she says
remember who you are
Madeline Aug 2018
my tears held the pain
my eyes no longer could
i painted my haunted memories
in blood across my scarred skin
only for others to laugh
and wipe it away

i danced in the dark
to a million tunes
all telling me how to move
i listened to the broken whispers
i heard their heartbeats
become words

never have I ever
dealt with anything
more difficult
than my own soul
Madeline Aug 2018
his eyes aren’t merely blue
they’re a concoction of
star dust and sun drops
they’re teal with specks of gold
and splashes of silver
they’re mesmeric

they aren’t merely blue
they’re turquoise
with twirls of enticement
if you look closely, my love
they’re a dancing ocean
with hints of sapphire and hope

they aren’t merely blue
they’re hypnotic
they’re my daydream

— The End —