MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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*I dedicate this poem to my husband who passed away on 8-19-2016*


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I want to see him even when i don’t….

Running my fingers through sunlight,

and i wonder if i could make the darkness

rise, see it in his eyes, and just for a moment he

becomes mine…..

Would he turn gold, be bold, cross that

line, hope to die?….

Dreams come and we misbehave,

Tasting, touching for the first time

in time slips….

I want him intravenously, bleaching

my veins as I go insane….

HIM…on my lips in secret…..


 

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Slow, low, on the go….

Can’t catch a breath, could

bleed to death….

Veins locked, balloon mocks….

Bruised, snoozed, i need some

clues…..

Can’t go deep, no need to weep,

trying to play for keeps in my

heart….beats…..

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*Street art i found on Pinterest

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I laugh in fangs, could I be insane, too

vain?

Tongue tasting tips, dips to my lips….

Will you watch as your jaw drops?

Wondering if you would be next to

drop dead or i could be in your head….


 

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Inside out, the witch’s mouth….

I see to believe in almond meows,

lifting my brows….

Stirring, stirring, adding my blues,

rainbow hues….

Nails attached, tipping my hat,

my legs in tow I cursey you know….

My lips twitch in red webs, sinister

dreads….

Care to weave some spells to show

and tell?

 

*Picture taken from Pinterest*



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