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
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
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
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.
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