She had the beauty of cherry blossoms
and the tragedy of
a dead love song tattooed on her arm
Her smile held the promise of beauty
but I couldn't help but notice
her lips were stained with fresh blood
And I couldn't speak
but she didn't seem to mind
as it wasn't the secrets I could speak that her eyes were hunger to discover
She peeled off my skin without removing my clothes and was ravaging my soul with the perfection of forbidden pleasures before she had even spoke her name
She pulled my heart from between my ribs without breaking any bones and twisted my spine around her fingers as she wrote what people called her in my pulse
but she whispered of the secret
of who she really was
when no one was around
And I was helplessly hers
but only a whim of the moment
and nothing more than something to ****
and leave for the fishes
at the bottom of her sea
And it didn't matter
as all I could was hum along
with the song on her arm
and fall with the leaves
of her cherry blossom tree