Death Poem by Lovely No One
Death
Deaths hands
As cold as ice
Sending shivers down my spin
Death touching me..
Does he know what he wants?
Running his hands of ice through my hair
Telling me things
I shouldn't believe
Death..
His grip so tight
My heart plusing with pleasure
Have I lost my mind?
Death..
His lips on mine
Burning me
Have I crossed the line?
This is a lovely write.... Imaginative.... plus the twist at the end was great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 6:30:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Does your desires dance with Death? Do you long for his eternal embrace? Or is it that Death is in reality, your soul... screaming out... searching for life's passion, decadent and starving? Another powerful Write. Very nicely penned. -Kelly.