Cool kisses
over once worn wounds.
Your soft head
nestled against my face.
You've always claimed
to be the wolf,
but whatever happened
to your ash grey eyes?
You called my taste innocent
and your sincere.
Yet her golden skin
and raspberry lips,
must have tasted better.
Now,
don't you know,
that while she runs her
sun baked hands
across your chest,
she'll never hear
your crys of pain.
Now, my "darling"
you can run
as I come
with the butchers sharp edge.
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Meg's Songs
These are all of my songs/poems. Some will be used for my band, others won't. Feel free to critique. Be as harsh as you want, the harsher the better, just remain respectful. Thanks in advance for all the critiques!
~Meg
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