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Samantha Wesley May 2016
unspeakable beauty,
the fairest to ever have been.
a plate in hand, then on the floor;
clawing at each other's heart,
like demonic angels.
he gives her a disappointed look,
with his dreamy, other-worldly eyes.
layers of love
slowly peeled away
by hatred.
a glass to the face,
his blood,
dripping down-
crimson,
over porcelain.
his hand lifts up to her face,
upon the cheek
of the one he loved;
who was killing him slowly.
*angelic demon.
part one of the 'killing lovers' two-part poems
Samantha Wesley May 2016
how can i contrast you to a winter's night?
the winter, which at night, fills me with fright.
the dark shadows among towering trees;
i slowly feel weak in my knees.
the fireplace is cackling,
to ignore it, i start babbling.
but you could never be ignored;
for when i'm with you, i can never even be bored.
if i should ever get cold, like the night outside,
you would warm me, side by side.
my  heart soars at the sight of you, taking off like a bird;
yet birds know nothing of flirting- only you are swift with word.
a summer's day, you are not, for  more beautiful you are;
instead to  me, a winter's night- you are the glowing star.
Samantha Wesley May 2016
don't ask me for a poem-
i have authoritative issues.
don't ask me to be quiet-
i'm in tears; i need tissues.

don't ask me to do  it-
i'm not that kind of lady.
don't ask me to smile when you whistle-
to me, that's straight up shady.

don't ask me to be sorry-
if i do wrong, i might.
don't ask me to listen-
but get mad when i put up a fight.

don't ask me what's wrong
when you finally dull my light.
Samantha Wesley May 2016
golden* eyes.
honey sunshine smile.
espresso locks upon
chestnut waves
of warm beige hair.
almond skin tone
with a bit of sand.
ivory undertones
and porcelain hands.
nutmeg nose
and topaz ears.
rich caramel shoulders.
hazelnut arms.
caramel legs,
olive toes.
the rosiest of cheeks,
never as bright as
the perfect burgundy blushing lips;
they complete this:
unspeakable beauty.

k.m.c
everyone, no mater the color, is precious and beautiful and unique in a fascinating, one-of-a-kind way.
Samantha Wesley May 2016
if you cry, she wins.
if you cry, he wins.
if you cry, they win.
if you cry, we win.
if you cry, they win, and they share their angry feelings with you.
and you may get upset;
but,
if you cry, they win,
and they sure as ****
are not going to win.
so, don't cry,
don't cry,
don't cry,
don't cry.
they,
with all of their hurtful actions
and hateful words,
ares simply not
worth
the tears.

k.m.c
my mantra everytime i start to cry
  May 2016 Samantha Wesley
lost girl
I'm sorry I can't be more metaphorical and compare you to a summers day. I just don't write that way.

( a.d)
People don't care until you forget about them. They realized what they had until it was gone for good.
We've all been through this in our lives
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