you're were perfect.
a muse from my eye.
pages blinded by ink.
my words bleed true yet they come to die.
killing me softly your body painted by the edge of my tongue.
the sweetness of paint as you blush red like plums.
the taste forever in my mouth.
tainted by longing by love I find pain and shatter it in my bed alone.
dreams of you I've had.
haunting fantasies I long to depicted.
yet I dream a lonely dream.
but what kind of love is this?
where your warmth is not my own.
corrupted I feel when I dream of such thing.
such forbidden high.
yet I love anyway.
torn by the tragedy of me and you.
yet I fantasize.
such sweet work of art.
poetry bleeds.
lost forever outta the depth of heart.
yet you are gravity I am the sun
a muse.
that curves my pen.
the only one I care to know.
©darkmocha
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