his kisses do dazzle
as do his haunting green eyes
& I may always remember his smile
but I will not be his porcelain prisoner
as i know his red heart runs ice cold
and yet if i were to listen to his delicious laughter
old wounds would open and my resolve would weaken
so tonight is the night
I may bleed but I will heal
he will never see morning
~Melanie Thomason
2/27/19
You KNOW I love this one. It’s fabulous and it flows beautifully, like warm blood from a stab wound. π
I just KNEW that you would!!
For a murder poem, this is really beautiful. π
LOL, thanks!