"poison could drip from your name,
a warning labeled as death could be promised in a kiss.
but i would still speak your name,
repeating it as if i was simply breathing.
your touch could set me on fire,
turning me to nothing but ash.
but i would still crave your touch,
latching onto you as if you were my saving grace.
death could be your middle name
and the only thing promised.
i would still sign off my name,
enticed by a slow death at your hands.
i am forever enticed by the death
that goes by your name."
-7:28 am//a.k.
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Daisy Smiles and Wounded Hearts: A Collection of Emotions
Poetry☂ a collection of emotions. personal poems that i've never let anyone see before.
