Go ahead and paint your lips blood red,
the color that fits your head,
the loveliness of crimson red.
Painted end to end,
see its sensuality, see and marvel
at the beauty that it brings.
See it match your face so thin and fragile,
see it gushing-
lip to lip,
end to end,
and all else that falls within
the boundaries of pleasantness;
the color of the one within-
aesthetically pleasing, your painted lips.
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Gothic Poetry: A Collection of Dark Poems
PoetryThese are poems that I originally wrote several years ago as a teenager. It reflects a love of all things dark. I have edited & revised them for publication. This is 26 poems from a larger collection (72 poems) I've published to share with anyone th...
