My delicate flower, what will you do?
My delicate little flower, what will you say?
...What will you say?
Another wilted petal will fall from that sweet face,
Glistening as a dew drop, those eyes whisped in lace.
What will be done?
What will be said?
...What will you taste?
Such an alluring scent at the back of my tongue I would taste,
But that will be for nought, for it were to be taken away and defaced.
What will you think?
What will you wish?
...What will you embrace?
That small parting from those, the softest of lips,
A gasp were to escape, a contortion were to flip.
Where is your hero?
Where does he live?
...What does he say?
I will cradle you away, rock you back to the core,
Push you back, a slap, what a fucking little whore.
Why did you make me do it?
Why did I do it?
...Again.
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Below Zero
PoetryBelow Zero was a small collection of dark poems written when I was younger. Personally, I don't like all of them as they reflect various states of minds and were more personal and amateur at the time of writing. Some of them, such of Nature of Human...
