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Rated: · Poetry · Drama · #1789970
When you love the wrong things...can it get you killed..!!
You pulled me close;
Gave a kiss,
I kissed you back with my bloody lips.


You locked me tight ,
In your hypnotic eyes;
And your lips tickled light.


It wasn’t pain.
It was joy.
The wound you gave, I will enjoy.


You pushed me back;
Shut me out.
But you know your door for me
Will always be ajar.


I pulled you back.
I wasn’t ready to get you out of my sight.
You should not forget; that you are my Knight.


If you stay , I might die.
But if you leave, I won’t survive.
I am ready to go wherever you take;
Hold on to me
For our Platonic sake.


Want to sleep in your unbreakable grip :
Feels like my heart will leap.
This is my end ,if written by your hand
No complaints to send.


Love what is happening ,
Happening what is loved.
I smell the fluid
As the skin falls apart.


I close my eyes,
Curve a smile.
Like had been waiting an eternity;
For this vicinity.


I am the predator, I am the prey
With every passing night and day.
I show I cared,
This is something meant to be shared.


And my smiling curve awaits
Till my very own dusk prevails.
As this is my very ‘Desperate Death’.
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