Sta.sh
Red lipstick stains her windowpane
She’s unbeknownst to lovers' eyes.
Although her soul may ache with pain
One wonders why she never cries.
Her lips they trace a victims face
She’s torn her heart out like a weed.
Although her body rips like lace
One wonders why she doesn’t bleed.
Nightfall beckons her weary mind
She plays in shadows amongst the creeps.
Although the truth she cannot find
One wonders why she never sleeps.
She breathes in a flutter of nervous lust
While her amber skin presses onto him.
To whom the one she can entrust?
Then sadness breaks her body’s whim.
Something is stirring deep down inside
An impression left by the one she fears.
No longer empowered by selfish pride
Confound to why she sheds these tears.
The tears, they dry upon her cheeks
This unknown feeling fatigues her so.
Along with fuchsia blush, it streaks
Apart from which no one can know.
She shakes off despair with a whip of her hair
Then in her chest, there awakens a beat.
This heavy pounding is too much to bear
Ceasing to yield, it goes on to repeat.
Once healed, her scars begin to burn
Her wounds, they pour out like a flood.
Enough to make her stomach churn
Confound to why she bleeds this blood.
She cleans the blood trails off her legs
Her sudden affliction causes unrest.
Under dire concern, she still never begs
Lying awake on the floor, undressed.
Her carnal remains take on the strains
She starts to unravel at the seams.
Below a flushed weight, her body wanes
Confound to why she sleeps in dreams.
How could emotions such as these
Emotions that harm and dismiss
Bring a siren to her knees
With one everlasting kiss?
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To feel indeed is to be human! And I'd rather suffer every sling and arrow than be bereft of feeling at all.
Well done.