Show me your beautiful eyes
My beautiful boy
Haunted like an old clock
I love the brutal way you kiss
Slow like a river
Pushing the cigarette against my lips
I watch you quietly
Secretly wanting to kiss you
I imagine us, draped over each other
Breathing nihilistic abrasions
Dancing with lust
Remembering all the times I've loved you
In meadows at twilight
Your love is masochistic and I am a nocturne
Licking your boot, I am taciturn
In dreams of autumn moonlight
You'll never know how much I love the rain
Little things I treasure
A kiss as brutal as nature
Dying like a rose on my chest
Disappearing into dark beautiful nights.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2025 14:40
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Comments3
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I was curious what you meant by your comment "...", but go ahead and be vague I guess
I was curious what you meant by your comment "...", but go ahead and be vague I guess
Maybe you should put this energy into writing better poems, huh?
You too
Wow, no need to get so angry! I hate dealing with angry superman fans...
JC, I love how you drop by and leave a loaded gun with a hair trigger on the bed table! Well before I got to the dying rose, I thought about roses and your pen name and how a rose is like a brutal kiss... it can leave you breathless and bleeding! No "?" from me. I get you. You make me feel young and dirty again!
Happy birthday!
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