Waiting for you

November 23, 2011
By Anonymous

broken won't heal.
But it may not die as well.
My bleed wounds call for you.
Sweet and soft.
Burning roses cover my eye.
Spinning thorns through my body.
I'm here to rest until you come.
Till u free me.
From my empty sanguinary.
Nothing with guide you but something will lure you.
free me from my prison.
the sweet sent of blood will carry you.
till you reach me... I'll be waiting.

The author's comments:
I'm waiting for the one I call love.

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