Tell me why
the ivy twines
and slowly wraps
around her neck.
Through pain
came pleasure
from hate
came love.
She didn't see it coming
Thought for thought
as it was brushed aside.
I caught the scent
of jealousy.
Again
with the melodrama
Oct 3, 2009
Oct 3, 2009 at 5:52 AM UTC
Tell me why
the ivy twines
and slowly wraps
around her neck.
Through pain
came pleasure
from hate
came love.
She didn't see it coming
Thought for thought
as it was brushed aside.
I caught the scent
of jealousy.
Again
with the melodrama
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