Dakota Ellerton Poems

I'm going to be sick.
How long do you insist on tormenting me?
Stringing along my trust,
when you have no intentions of being truthful.
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I wake in a hurry,
you're no longer in my bed.
I pull up the covers,
and look around.
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It was a sight, pure eyes would feast upon.
A creature so tainted, had vines wrapped around her heart.
Fleshy thorns, piercing her skin.
A Succubus, if I may,
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When you’ve decided to die,
you spend no second living.
Life is useless to you,
you’d spend as little time as possible,
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A selected scar,
holds a memory.
It burns and itches,
when I contemplate love.
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When you and I lay there,
not a thing need be said,
looking in your eyes,
I see all there is.
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Will you can be the one I run to?
The one with my bottle in hand?
The one to walk me to my bed,
and the one to help me stand?
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In the tiredless efforts of dusk and dawn, of the stars colliding to show beauty and grace and innocence, with mountains piercing the skies, to pour saphire blue into the oceans and lakes and streams, and clouds dancing through the air, I see the souls from life to death vanish into dormant sleep.

The crimson seperates of absolute - exposed nakedly to love and hate and judgmental eyes, from birth to life to death, overwhelming footprints of time, plucked from a tree in a garden too fictional.
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Once something, was now nothing, infinite and definite - his lips to my lips, his hand on my face, my hand on his face, each kiss so repeatitive, but just as beautiful and new as the very first, when his leaned towards me, so shy, so innocent, so scared. His hands on my shaking body, eyes caught in an entrapping gaze with mine - the day I’d fallen in love.

His hands pulled past my shirt, his fingertips trailing up my back, along with the breeze - moving his hands under my breasts, massaging my rib bones, poking through my skin and shirt, more noticable the further aroused I became, arching my back pushing out my breasts, purposley for his mouth to caress.
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I was as guarded as ever.
Sweet lies,
pierce an ugly truth.
If my life were taken from me,
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