I'll Bring The Blade If You'll Bring The Audience.
16 December, 2005
Author: Emma-Louise
Watch the tears fall,
From my precious eyes.
Watch the smile disappear,
Across my delicate face.
Watch my slender body fall,
Under the power of you.
Watch my beautiful hands push back,
You know they fear you.
Watch my soft ears prick,
As I hear the noise of your steps.
Watch my long, alluring legs move,
As I run from you.
Watch the sparkle from the knife,
From the sun peeking through.
Watch my eyes this time, on your floor,
For they don’t flicker.
Watch my tanned stomach as it fails,
To rise and fall.
This is just a metaphor,
Of how things are.
Look at what you’ve done to me.
------- Author's Notes -------
Again, another weird 'un! By the way, the adjectives before my body parts is like an echo of what someone else says to me, before you think I'm being big-headed. |
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