I've tried to rid your presence from my bones,
washed the remnants of your touch from my skin,
but somehow you're the creeping vines within-
the briar-rose, its thorns not quite its own.
I prune you back but you grow inside me,
curling round my ribs, puncturing my heart.
I feel the sting more when we are apart,
and ache, breathing you in ravenously.
I burn your petals but the scent lingers;
sweet and smoky in the air around me-
while you remain here, how can I be free?
When you reach out with clawed thorny fingers
to entrap me, enchant me. To own me.
You may want me, Rose, but you don't know me.
Your love is like honey sweet and addictive,
It runs like a river free of all interruptions,
It's beautiful like the blue like like the day time sky
Mysterious like a forest at night.
Your love is strong like a mountain unmovable,
It's like snow pure and clean,
It is timeless like an hourglass on its side,
Your love is like a bird's song gentle and calming.
Your love is like a rose whose beauty I want to keep,
It's like a kitten cute and new,
It's like the clouds calm and safe,
Your love is like my heart without it I couldn't live.
My love for you is ever strong,
I sew our hearts together so that we may be one.
Rogue -Writing Prompt 16- by Faoiltiarna-Wolf, literature
Literature
Rogue -Writing Prompt 16-
They warned me about you,
all flashing teeth and perfect hair.
Sultry eyes and soft lips.
So many hearts you've stolen,
and now they're all just...
damaged goods,
afraid to love.
Now they see in every man,
a rogue, a heartbreaker.
You say what you -know-
she wants to hear.
The seduction a mere game.
But you cheat,
you have nothing invested,
while they have
their hearts,
their love,
their souls,
their dreams
on the line,
and you pluck them down,
destroying what you take,
making everything soiled.
Someday, someone's going to steal
your heart,
your love,
your soul,
your dreams,
crushing them to sand,
and
We've spent so much time...
so far apart,
longing for each other's touch,
waiting for any chance to talk,
worrying if the other was true,
wondering if our feelings were real.
So many lonely days and nights,
only able to speak through wires.
The sound of your voice,
makes my heart take wing,
and alleviates the darkness,
that which holds me in fear
each moment we're apart...
So many fears,
would you still want me?
when will we be together?
But all that fades away,
at this, the magic moment
we've waited for, so long.
No longer separated by thousands of miles.
Able to touch, to see, to hear
for ourselves at long last
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