The Sweet Scent...Will It Ever Go Away

February 11, 2008
By Elizabeth Foote, Independence, KY

Fights loved through crystal covered scars
Thoughts mangled with the mashing of red with pink
In a wicked dance across your face
Love is a ghost that haunts me
I beckon it closer with each slash of your ring
On your finger
Ice cold fingers
I jerk with each touch
I’ll fall part with your promise to hold me tight
Tight grip for you’re the only thing
The only thing keeping me from the edge and these a thousand deaths

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