Sometimes my voice becomes
butterfly wings
tapping against wet glass
so faint yet thought to be heard
I plead with thin air
hoping it will reach someone
I see you
Quiver
I think for a moment
you can see these things
My mind follows you
measuring every intention
Will we run out of thoughts?
Is it possible?
Sometimes I feel the vibrations
of your heartbeat
So strong I shift
Once in a while I see you
We go through the motions
You become my ink, my pen, my canvas
Sometimes I write poetry
Sometimes I write it for you
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The rest of the poem is quite well done as well.
But the first few lines - amazing.
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I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name....
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Love, Peace and a Vampire Kiss
To all the Vampires and Demolition Lovers
To all the Helena's and Black Mariah's
To all the Broken, the Beaten and the Damned
To all the soldiers in the MCRmy who are defiant til the end.
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I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name....
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"Let your words be fitting".
Inferno Canto X
And thanks for the fave.
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