Your sorrow is my palette
And I am painting a picture
Large enough to devour you.
.
Maybe in another life I was
Strong enough to resist you
And those pretty little tears.
.
Or maybe I'm just as hungry
There in that dreamland as I am
Here, standing in front of you.
.
But I'm of the mind that it was
A hopeless dream from the start
Because your tears are beautiful.
.
They are sweet on my lips, sweet
Running over your lashes, lips.
And they are delicious in my mouth.
.
Nectar, ambrosia, whatever fits,
They are my sustenance, darling.
And I'm afraid I'll never quit them.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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