If I were a dagger,
the murkiness of the moonlight would
reflect,
upon my blade.
If I were a dagger,
I would bite your flesh and draw
your (bittersweet) blood,
and smile as I did so.
carefulnow, I'msharpenoughtoshredyourheart
intopieces.
firstly, i love ur name - Prefection is flawed secondly, this ones haunting...but very intelligently written. Preets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write. I really enjoyed this one. Cuts like a knife!