unspoken sense.

hence spoken were

her thorny words

sometimes like rose

killing me with love

yet the hidden smile

she wears on her sleeve

pricks me when

she passes by

a sinful face

so cold her gaze

I cannot look away

as she chases my taste

even if I turn

her voice lures me in

swindling me deeper

into her volcanic chest

my rage to free

collapses instantly

my falling voice colliding

upon her empty frame

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One Comment Add yours

  1. midimike says:

    Amazing! I love it!

    Liked by 1 person

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