Seductive, long black
fake eyelashes.
Each blink is
another thought;
another renegade
moment of lust.
This is a brothel
without the whores.
A sweetness with a
jagged bitterness.
Chalky, sharp
as it cools your skin.
Flutter,
only a second for
impulsive action.
Goosebumps forming,
a slow
mesmerization.
This is the
sensation of having
fireflies crawling
along your skin.
Glowing, fading away.
This is when
you begin to realize.
Honey, I will
be your ruin.














Comments
I love the feeling that your words create. If I may, I'd suggest playing around with the format. You mught make it more powerful through seperating the lines into stanzas.
Regardless, it's beautiful. Very well done.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
And I took your advice and you were right. I kept thinking there was something slightly off about it. I tried before but I seemed to have finally gotten the structure right.
Thanks
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Love
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
HOC
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Nothing will change if it stays the same ~ Me
I appreciate your sweet comment.
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Hate
Love
it may be my ruin
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i am so lucky to love the one who loves me....
You are never too old to rock`n`roll
if you are too young to die........
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Love
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