MELISSA- A poem from A Beautiful Violation

Angel by H4ch3

Playing in your suicide forest eyes
Watch it all turn to oil
Dancing in the colors like a man on fire

In the depths of blackness
Strands entangle my hand
Answering the question singing in my bones

Soft lips whisper ensnaring hooks
Pulling me into your figure
Where tongues play like runaway children

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