Mon, 09/30/2019 - 22:35 -- ivone

Blood on my lips 

skin split open 

whole punches on my heart

debilitated knees.

i promise i won't

fall apart,

until the sun goes under 

so when i rise 

it'll be shining, 

blinding all the 


i'll never learn 

my sins cast a spell bounding me

to hell,

a caution; warning 

stapled onto my forehead

blishered, mar hands 

to drained to take it down. 

Longing to see the light 

or fire 

a same difference 

memorized by past mistakes 

of my bloody lips 

kissing the wrong prince.  



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This is a great poem, and the last few lines are SO powerful! Well done!!

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