Your sorrow is my palette
And I am painting a picture
Large enough to devour you.
.
Maybe in another life I was
Strong enough to resist you
And those pretty little tears.
.
Or maybe I'm just as hungry
There in that dreamland as I am
Here, standing in front of you.
.
But I'm of the mind that it was
A hopeless dream from the start
Because your tears are beautiful.
.
They are sweet on my lips, sweet
Running over your lashes, lips.
And they are delicious in my mouth.
.
Nectar, ambrosia, whatever fits,
They are my sustenance, darling.
And I'm afraid I'll never quit them.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Wonderful poem! A real slice of fantastic poetry! Such beautiful tears! β₯οΈ
A delicious anguish to be sure!
This is stunning. Amazing work!
Beautiful!
You write with your soul, that is certain.