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Somethings Red
By DiscordiaDarling
I'd rip off your wings,
and steal you from heaven.
If I knew you'd stay with me tonight.
Showering me with idealistic compliments.
but we all know my battered and bruised body,
doesn't even begin to compare to your angelic flesh.
Stitching hearts up one insincerity at a time.
Flattering the guilt away into oblivion,
forgiving the damned while humming my fears.
Perhaps, I can masquerade as a saint,
just for a few moments,
so I can be closer to a angel.
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© 2007 GrotesqueEuthanasia
Published on Thursday, March 29, 2007.
Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "Somethings Red"
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On Friday, March 26, 2010, Miztaken4beauty
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wrote:
Truly lovely.
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A former member wrote:
loved the line 'stitching hearts up one insincerity at a time' -nice write
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A former member wrote:
you use punctuation!... apostrophes, even! I would fav you if I could, I really must upgrade... and I ask over and over, what is it that is red, as I read again and again... the moral subtlety here is refreshing, and the penultimate stanza is truly a gem
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A former member wrote:
would love to count the ways it speaks to me, but alas, time's winged chariot hurries near... a true pleasure *bows*
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On Thursday, March 29, 2007, elisa
(1616) wrote:
a demonic craving of angelic flesh..... peaking curiosity.... i love it.
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