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Pink Roses and Red Bloodstains
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Poetry I love how you're so in love with yourself,
Pretty tattooed scars on pale white skin.
Rose petals kiss your pink lips,
I love how your tears make black streaks down your face.
Entwined together now and forever,
Death takes us by the hand
And dances us down his primrose path.
Lips in a perfectly curved smile of bliss.
Tears, sweat and blood on your flesh.
Your lips taste like poison.
Your voice is the sweetest sin.
In this erotic dream,
I'm your queen and you're my king.
I love the way you cry for pain,
With lips to lips
Razorblade to palm.
Pink roses and red bloodstains on the bed,
When we die.
