Hi, I'm fairly new to writing poems. I've only ever written them in school but my friend convinced me to come on here, so here I am.
I love books, both writing them and reading them ( though I never finish writing) I've been told I have a crazy imagin 96 followers / 4.5k words
I cannot attack them straight on with my ferocious strength. I cannot watch them bleed from my claws.
I cannot lure them with beauty and perfection, lulling them in with a smile, snapping necks with bare hands.
I cannot sneak up on the shadows gliding soundlessly until I strike. A whisper, a warning, wherever I go.
But I can sew together my seams and glue the cracks together. I can fold down the edges and become a gentle circle. I can smile just the right amount to be a gentle, innocent flower, a master of deception.
I am a Venus flytrap.
An unknowing flower, not as pretty as the rest, but soft and gentle, a perfect place to rest
Until I close my gapping mouth around you trapping you inside, Eating you piece by piece until the pain destroys you from inside.
Whispers and tangled limbs have never felt this electric. You pull me in, and I feel your lips brushing my earlobe I tell you I know what you're going to say, expecting the same joke you usually make You ask me if I'm positive I know what you're going to say I assure you I am, and feel your arm wrap around my shoulder, letting your warmth envelope me Then I feel the unexpected words Slip from your lips and collide with my emotions Brushing against my ear in harmony with your lips "I'm not sure you realize how beautiful you really are."