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Feb 2014
I like to write our names with blood
so life can seem a bit more poetic
i keep your wick hair in my pocket
my friends didn't agree that Hamlet was that dramatic
The sunset makes me feel so sick
but when you hold my hands and i take my pills
i feel like i'm van gogh's daughter
a mortal virus that can't be killed
We're looking for meanings in the most futile things
a honorable God on the corner of his eyes
bring me someone's head on a tray
to prove that our flame's still alive

Would you treat me like a suicidal queen?
i'm a lonely wolf who got used to be alone
my tears in a black and white screen
like a porcelain doll you'd lock me in a glass dome
All i want
is to be loved
all i want
is to be loved

We'll sit on the windows of your expensive car
your dark hair invisible through the night
i bet they thought i kissed the devil
cause i always wanted to be the reason of a fight
Paris burned his legacy for his muse
women expect nothing but true violent love
life enjoys making us unhappy
send your letters through a black dove
A bonfire and a cheap bottle of wine
i'll cover myself with the money that you stole yesterday
i can be deaf, i can be mute, i won't be blind
looking for a gangster Romeo for my birthday

Would you treat me like a suicidal queen?
i'm a lonely wolf who got used to be alone
my tears in a black and white screen
like a porcelain doll you'd lock me in a glass dome
All i want
is to be loved
all i want
is to be loved

And i'll run to you with all the thorns in my feet
i'm feeling pretty loved
the hunger is divine and i'll eat your own meat
feels like i'm being hugged
Aleska Servian
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Aleska Servian  Brazil
(Brazil)   
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