my finger tips bleed for you
pouring out confessions
blackmailed by my betraying heart
sscraping your leftovers closer,
hoping you can see through the
bright lights and encryptions
that the vicious remains of our love
still circles like a vulture
and I, so desperate to be tasted
offer to you in this mangled mess of loveliness
my soul scratched in wretched gliphs for an endless time
in a language that could only be deciphered by your cruel love.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
my finger tips bleed for you
pouring out confessions
blackmailed by my betraying heart
sscraping your leftovers closer,
hoping you can see through the
bright lights and encryptions
that the vicious remains of our love
still circles like a vulture
and I, so desperate to be tasted
offer to you in this mangled mess of loveliness
my soul scratched in wretched gliphs for an endless time
in a language that could only be deciphered by your cruel love.
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