Killing IvyA Poem by Ohhhwillow7/3/13 We cannot help suffocate the people that we love, to our own detriment, often we love so much the colour drains from our loved ones. Perhaps poison would be a gift to many
I am the ivy you deter,
The weed you prefer to expel For its sweet suffocation. I hold, An adhesive for ashes Already departing in the crystal wind. By design here lies a danger, Beyond the grave a virtuous stranger to many For the self given gift of poison. I remain a vine of remorse Though alas my nature is condemning. A curse demanding pesticide, An honest face I cannot hide Is loyal to your asphyxiation. What a tender damnation I provide for my beloved. A tremendous fate to have faith in Armageddon, In amor that whispers crimson © 2013 OhhhwillowAuthor's Note
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Added on March 18, 2013Last Updated on March 19, 2013 AuthorOhhhwillowEdinburgh, Scotland, United KingdomAboutWrite it down and read it Instagram: ohhhwillow Twitter: @H0ly_FUCKer 'Let me sometimes dance With you, Or climb, Or stand perchance In ecstasy, Fixed and free In a rhym.. more.. |

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