The incorrigible wench

I see how sunlight melts into your soulful dark eyes

I see how clouds tangle up your wandering mind

Be mine. Be mine. Little lady. I love you.

I hear your inward sigh muting the sound of rain

I hear your toxic blood seeping from fractured veins

Be mine. Be mine. Little lady. I love you.

Your smile renders me witless. So does your sadness.

Share with me. Little lady.

Things that wound your heart. Things that tear you apart.

So when night falls, you’ll be safe with me.

 

~ by Amosy on August 3, 2011.

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