words by charlotte
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but she is endlessly beautiful!
how could you ask me
to ever look away?
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i am crafted of
precious gems and snake scales
not of the gods
but of the creatures that
lay far beneath our soil
precisioned claws shaped my
porcelain face with a smile
to captivate with a blinding radiance
reflecting so brightly,
with unmeasured grace
it could almost be assumed that
i am the source of light itself
but infact
i am those of my creation the
small wicked creatures
with dirty fur, sharp teeth
and incurable disease
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when i first wandered into Your garden
You planted a seed in my hand
telling me to nurture
to let it grow and
to love
unconditionally
the petals that grew to block my vision
unconditionally
the bees whos buzzing made me deaf
unconditionally
the vines locked around my tongue
unwaveringly
You
even though now,
You hold a shovel in hand
to lovingly rip out the roots
that have long been
buried in my bone
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your voice
is the most beautiful voice of all the beautiful voices
i should know
we, your voice and i, i mean
are very well acquainted
your tongue, i've learned is
the sweetest of all the tongues
she dripped honey in my ears and
down my throat and
filled my heart, however temporarily
every breathy word was recorded
to be exclusively mine but
only old songs fill my sleep
as sadly
your lips dont open for mine anymore