Poison invades my veins
I’m in your bed, my skin hurts
are you my poison, I refuse to
believe, I clamber to my feet
I take aboard your lies, touch my face
all is forgiven the poison that entered
is forgotten
caress my skin say how you love me
you are the boy that is my lover
I ingest what you tell me, pretend
it’s me that you love
there is no anti-venom
Ramblings From A Mum 
Ahhh … except that there are lies done on both parties…this could have gone another way. I would love to have my life poisoned with love…but not if the love is a lie.
That may very well have another ‘write’ in me :-)Yes agreed sweety, the interpretation is different with everyone who reads. xx
Beautiful poetry!
I like seeing you pop in more – 🙂 Thanks chookas… PS Don’t know why I keep calling you that..tell me to stop of you hate it lol x
So beautiful, I thought of Twilight…not in a bad way, in a romantic way. Especially the poison that enters and is forgiven – sort of how love can be the anti venom, so many ways to interpret it, I guess :-)I always see a story with your poetry. You have to keep at it Mumsy, it is really good.
xoxo
I shall try Shamz 🙂 I so pleased you can read a story in what I write – it is the inspiration for all us writers – Thank you so much xxx