Innocent
Sharp pointed painted finger nailCutting across a look of disgust
Rust; the colour of your eyes
Dead and conceited. my aura, defeated
Words in my head can't be repeated
I leave
Tongue twisted, actions resisted...
Suitcase of memories, filled with ease
Ready to be cast away to fate
Missed the bus, too late
Stranded at the gate, in the terminal
It's terminal
Tender touch cuts with ease
Blood congeals
Violent whispers, heated shivers
Fiery arrows in your quiver
Ready to pierce my liver
My innocence
Write to me, in your diary
Things you never said to me
Then kill me swiftly
You make me nervous
And i'm innocent
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