WHAT MUST I DO TO CLAIM YOUR PRECIOUS, RED HEART AS MY OWN?
SO I MAY CALL IT MY OWN AND SQUEEZE YOU WITH EVERY OUNCE OF MY DESIRE FOR YOU.
BLOOD STAINS ON WHITE WALLS IS MY ONLY PROOF TO SHOW YOU.
TEAR STAINS ON RED CHEEKS IS ANOTHER.
BE MINE.
PLEASE.
YOU ARE READING
EXPRESSIONS
PoetryI LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405
