delicious swollen sockets,
pouring promises pleading.
confession's bruises explode
with bloody skin bleeding.
and nooses bursting desires
strings swirling suicide
a loaded perfect kill
is blundering your pride
draining laughter empty
in readily rotten days
cleaning our wet designs
in worried withered ways
our louscous love killing
soft and sweet and slow
our actions only pending
wonderful wizened woe
i get what you were trying to do here, maybe a bit messy, but a very good first draft, it could be fantastic with a little tidying up
Nicole.J.Burgesss