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lipsticks pen bow

Poetry By: firephoenix
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love wields


Submitted:Jul 15, 2009    Reads: 59    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


in this heart hand a sword gently slow draws

So fierce a blade that cannot be unearthed

exposing that which binds the mortal flaws

to that of lipstick rouge from puckers birth.

a sheath betrays of that which covers lips

loves identity begins to question paint

life force or color pass between their sips

yet emotions swallows deep between lament.

the perfect kiss is as the perfect sin

arched arrow begins perfectness aloof

and dealt a death blow to the soul within

eternity is miss if truly proof.

again the balance comes as has before

the pen has wounded lips more than the sword





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