Stain
The blood red stain,
Of my lips.
Still caresses your face,
Trails along your collar,
Marking my claim.
You'll wear my heart
Along your sleeve,
My scent in your hair.
An impression,
Burned into memory,
There is nothing I have left
Untouched.
I have stained your heart,
Traced your outline,
Marked your life,
And I'll go nowhere.
Never to leave your side
In this failing world.
You are what I hold dear.
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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