A dagger of roses plunged through my heart, let’s lick up the blood and gaze the stars.
A gun held high,
to the temple of destruction
but a trigger not pulled,
that causes confusion
I want so bad to pull that trigger,
but these heartfelt images enter
and I place this rusty gun down.
But, why walk away from the end?
Your words always draw me in; there I am in the moment you’ve created. Compelling, brutally honest. Never forget the gift you are, my friend.
Oh, my dear Elizabeth. Thank you for such kind words. I welcome you to my world, but be careful, there are a lot of thorns. ♥
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