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  Jul 2017 Gemma
rose
Walking in jeans
stained with
grass
and
memories
:)
Gemma Jul 2017
Like the wide open sky surrounding us
the day I brought you home
with the warm breeze feathering my flushed cheeks

Surrounded
with a hint of the deep quarry
that I grew up splashing in

And the clouds
that bring rain down to patter
on the plants in my garden
and wet the leg of my jeans
i wish i could read this to you
  Jul 2017 Gemma
Francis Rowell
Your mouth is full of endless butterflies
Your lungs are full of roses
Your eyes hide the city of Atlantis in their depths
Your hair is loosely woven silk
Your skin is unblemished porcelain

Or so I thought

Your mouth spews hornets, wasps, and bees
You cough up thorns and brambles
Your pupils are slits, irises bleeding red
Your hair is rope, tangled into nooses
Your broken porcelain cuts open my chest

You were so beautiful
You were so kind
Your whispers were magical chants into my ears
But then you tried to **** me with your words
Beauty is pain for the eye of the beholder
Gemma Jul 2017
Your sweet enticing voice was a sirens call,
beckoning me to your every whim.
The taste of your tongue was poison,
slowly causing my addiction.
Your beautiful eyes were hypnotizing
blinding me from the madness
you called from within me.
Your golden curls
were barbed wire
wrapping my up and filling my veins;
allowing you control of my precious lifeblood.
The sweet aroma of your flesh
was a drug
fixing me into a haze.
Your special smile was a bright beacon for my heart
calling me in and promising never to let me go.
In your strong warm arms I felt like I was home.
But every little beautiful thing about you couldn't steal my care for myself
because my sweet selfishness
is embedded deep in my heart.
And my promise to myself
to take no ****
is a vow I take seriously
Gemma Jul 2017
***
year went by
                                     in the blink of an eye
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