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Annie Cynthia Oct 2016
Twinkling like a never-ending day star,
You shower me with sparkles everywhere.
I am drenched by them like a naked flower,
dressed by raindrops.

Your sparkles are way too light-ful to handle,
That I go into a state of trance.
I look out for you for help,
Because you are the only one who could undress me,
by your slender-smooth fingers.

I refuse to be undressed.
I love this state you have left me to be.
I love to be devoured by you, my Angel...
Annie Cynthia Oct 2016
I saw a picture of a flower,
It took me a while to realize it was your picture and
the flower picture is actually above yours.
Annie Cynthia Oct 2016
The dead are lucky.
They don't have to suffer with the desire I have for you.
Annie Cynthia Oct 2016
In my heart liveth thee…
Though you cannot see.
Far away you’ve gone…
Turning me into a thorn.
What have I done to deserve your loss?
My precious, pure-hearted, rose.
Oh! Goddess, I hurt you then…
Now, I hope to die and count to ten.

— The End —