Kathryn Garner Poems

take my darkest feelings
murder my sweet naive blood
a sacrifice to a worlds healing
till this so called love or life is done
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and he told me
your heart will race faster and faster
until with that single slit to the throat
it willl stop
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i always felt the tremor in his lips
no matter how the kiss
became presentable for an appearance
but was it rage or love?
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he remebered how her lips felt like glass
and thats when he knew
but he still felts the shards from the past
a fix with some glue
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there was something deadly about him
like an infection, used to tease
like a itching temptation for a sin
and only the venom can please
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sketched on her back
she’s got those angels wings
silhouettes of pitch and black
and he can hear her heart sing
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she swears she hears him moving
closer with every thought
and then she can feel his arms around her
holding her inside his built identity
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your cold fingers haunt my every breath
my dearest memory
my dearest ghost of love
given only a glimpse,
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enthralled with the sea
and in them what came to me
poisen for a love
a temptation till its done
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give me back the lines
im just another dressed up
drug out lie
waiting to prestige
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