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Post by →izzehkins← on Apr 20, 2010 17:52:42 GMT -6
yes, that's all i know about the author. and i have looked up sarah helen whitman because apparently she published poems by the name helen, but i couldn't find anything.
Your arms invite me Into an open embrace of thorns And I -- Entranced by the earnestness of your pleasing eyes and wistful soul Fall into them without a second's delay Only to find that I can't break away
This grasp your tendrils have me entwined in So binding, so restricting Are my voluntary razor blades Notching up my arms and heart Slowly, with the letters of your name -- The torturous escapades that keep me sane
You never say "I love you" But you never say goodbye The time between the anticipation of the first And the dreading of the last Are my deepest agony Your invisible shackles set me free
But one day you retracted all your roses And whisked away your garden The blood-soaked tendrils disappeared And you were nowhere near I screamed and screamed and screamed for you But you couldn't, or didn't want to hear
I'm begging you this most desperate wish -- Give me back your instuments of torture!
Alone, you are a seducing angel And I, a paling memory But together we make The saddest kind of tragedy
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