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WickedHope Jan 2015
Why is it
The sluttier I dress
The more you all
Accept me?
Fml.
She bought me
A new dress
On an evening
With cool breeze

She told me
To wear it
On the
Day of Love

I had worn
As she said
Stood before her
All smiles

The Pant's loose I said
Remember she said
When it becomes tight
Success comes to you

Yes, the pant's so tight
That I can't wear it now
And yes, success came to me
But, you are not here
to celebrate with me
On the Day of Love
!

Left the world 5 years and three days ago. And I still remember your lifeless body in my hands. But I smile remembering the moments I had with you than being sad remembering you left me
Bluebird Dec 2014
and you come to me running
you dance in your messy dress
with your cheeks all flushed
with your boots for walking on air
and you leave me with a shimmeting dawn
gleaming with the stars that revolve around you
space starts dawn dress
statictitanic Nov 2014
There is a room.
Dark red walls.
Priceless sofas.
Expensive chandeliers.
There is a gun nestled in the arm of a sofa.
There is a cigarette dying on an ash tray.
The lights flicker on and off.
Too quiet.
The man comes in the room.
The girl is waiting.
She is wearing her pale grey dress.
He takes the gun.
And shoots her in the head.
Everything is normal again.
Arun C Nov 2014
Go ahead
please slide
that long long
dress up
just a
little
pretty pretty please
oh for me
to see
just a tease
hey
what do you say
yes oh yes
thank you most kindly
shy pale ankles
just a hint
still draped in silk
now a sculpted
beautifully formed
calf
less shy
oh
are you still going
a knee
for me
to still see
oh my
what's happening
I must try
to breathe
but
I sigh
when she reveals to me
both of her creamy thighs
soft and promising
but she won't stop
and now we are into
the promised land
of
light and lace
with
hidden
pink secrets
Her rags become whole again,
As an ebony dress, beautifully woven,
Wraps around her frame.

Her cuts close, her bruises fade,
The aching pains that were her life have gone away,
Never to inflame.

Her boundaries are long gone,
As now she dances alone beneath the cold sun,
Of her empty world.

Her death is far behind her,
Only a distant memory remains of Earth,
As her wings unfurl.

*She flies, finally free,
But alone, her heart must freeze.
Noandy Oct 2014
Here I stand on the intersection
Blocking every apparition
That appears before the collision
Of my unearthed passion

The debris it scattered
And the fragments it recollected
Did no good for our Russian Roulette
And my black dress that sweeped

Aiming blade to each direction
And shadow-chasing apparitions
Here I stand, on the intersection
With the devil’s spawn in front

The sinner angel on my left
The lost brothers of long-ago arts
And the mourning ladies behind in red
If I let my blade slip in front

Inferno is the runaway paradise prepared
Yet if I let my blade to my sides
Heaven hold no place for my stained black dress
And the mourning ladies in red

Have no colors that resembles mine
But that is just an extermination
That won’t even matter
For tragic is just a trapped magic
Serenity Elliot Sep 2014
Say goodbye from afar,
Watching in that long red dress
Surrounded by the men in suits at the bar,
That gaze just aching finesse

Dancers swaying in the tropical breeze,
The wind sighing through those tropical trees,
Eyes murmur a silent song,
Before the dawn breaks, I’ll be long gone

Girl, please go, I tremble in your sight,
To leave, not stay, it’s taking all my might,
Your grace is etched in my mind, all throughout the fight,
The world is out there to explore

Say goodbye from afar
Watching in that long red dress,
Surrounded by the men at the bar
That gaze just weeping finesse

The tear weeps down your cheek,
That upright pose that will not break,
Watching them, watching you watching me,
Alone at night, is looking more bleak

Girl, please go, I tremble in your sight
To leave, not stay, it’s taking all my might
Your grace is etched in my mind, all throughout the fight,
The world is out there to explore

Please write me your letters
Although in darkness, I will reply
Though in pain I’ll feel better
With them clutched to my chest like that I’ll die
Like that I’ll die

Like that I’ll die

Say goodbye from afar,
Watching in that long red dress
Surrounded by the men in suits at the bar,
That gaze just aching finesse
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