Is it too hard to drink from my blood red lips
Does my blood have a bitter taste that you can feel in your soul?
Or does it taste of the sweet honey that is passion
Is it that hard to look into the clean pools of my eyes?
Why is it then that you leave without my leave*?
I only ask of you to drink from me to make me yours
I bend my neck and I know the tan skin invites you in.
I’ve seen you lick your lips more than twice for me
So why all this fight, why not just bite and make it alright
Just two little stings that I’ll barely feel, a minute of pain
A life time of love and commitment instead we’ll steal
Yes, yes draw me in and bend me to your will
So malleable I am, always willing to do as you ask
Why do you hesitate then, is it that you too know
That it’s a lie that you live with no true hold
You know that my heart doesn’t only no, not at all, beat for you
Yet, you killed him didn’t you, extinguished his light
His screams I heard that night with your first bite
Do you fear that I might plunge a wooden stake?
In your impure heart, I’m too weak for a fight
So come bite my love so I can take your life** with mine.
*Doesn't leave mean permission also. Just wondering.
**I meant it as to kill I don't know if its coming across though.
I wasn't aiming for a love poem its suppose to be a poem about being put into situations that you don't like I got the idea from a friend of mine that everyone forced into a relationship that she didn't like and want to be in. I hope it comes across as that.
~I told you. You don't love somebody because of their looks or their cloths or thier car. You love them because they sing a song that nobody but you can undrestand. ~L.J. Smith
~Ralph Waldo Emerson said, 'Finish every day and be done with it'
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