my head laying on your chest,
your fingers through my hair,
soon began to tug and pull.
which part of love is fair?
on your knee with a ring,
very quickly I decided;
together in death,
but which part of love is united?
I hold my breath to watch you
handle a kitchen knife.
you smirk at me, you say "come here,"
which part of love is life?
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Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2025 11:48
- Category: Gothic
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An interesting write, for some all of what is mentioned, for others none of it, as in all things in life there is good and bad, nicely written
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This one cleverly pairs the different aspects of love that seem diametrically opposed. Very nice rhyme throughout and a fave
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Chilling in its restraint, Hayleigh. You let the quiet horror do its own haunting, and that final question lands hard. There's a stark beauty in how you lay out each momentโintimate, eerie, and real. Powerful work. ๐น๐
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