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Rosy Smith Jan 2017
Glistening eyes met my gaze
From across the murky moore.
I thought it to be just a phase
But it ate at my core

Glistening eyes watched me dance
On the gravel by the water
Smiling like I'm in a trance
But as I begin to totter..

He yells a name
And a girl comes to my aid
She tells me she is his Dame
And for that show...I should've been paid
Rosy Smith Jan 2017
My love calls me honey,
To ensure me he remembers my name,
I know he's here for the money,
He gains when I am slain

My love calls me sugar,
To buy himself some time,
Running of with some ******
After committing his crime.

My love calls me darling
When he wants things to go his way,
But when things are bad he starts snarling,
About how I need him to stay...

So I packed my bag,
And Keyed his jag,
And nobody was going to stop me!
Rosy Smith Jan 2017
A murderous eye
Watches the innocent rabbit
A bloodstained coat  shines

Money is exchanged
The deed is to be done
No fear, nor regret

A white light hidden
Towards the end there is
Nothing left to see

This crinkled smile lurks
Amongst all the frozen trees
A fear rises up

Full of scorpions
Is his minds as he slithers
His soul almost gone
Rosy Smith Jan 2017
as my skirt picks up in the winter breeze,
I fall beside you on my knees,
I kiss your cold and deadly lips,
in front of the new moon's eclipse.
they buried you later that night,
but by then I was out of sight,
I blessed you my love and bid you farewell,
as I lay beside you buried as well.

— The End —