By J.L. Moore
The viper stings
A reckless heart
Plants its poison
The decay to start
And then it slithers
Slowly away
Fully aware
It's left you with
Death
To hold your hand
As you take your last
Breath
Wicked love sings
A sour note
Then waits around
To laugh and gloat
So watch your back
When Cupid's on the
Prowl
For love can be
Deadly and foul
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The Life Is In The Blood
PoetryRanked #392 in Poetry 10/29/2016 Featured Story in @_Theveilednight_ Gripping Tales List Original poems, by (as my youngest son says) a 14 year old goth chick living in a 49 year old body. ATTENTION: If you are reading this story on any other platf...
