His Guilty Pleasure is the Lust in his Eyes

His Guilty Pleasure is the Lust in his Eyes

A Poem by Courtney Elizabeth
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Original Song by Courtney Elizabeth :)

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You're haunting me, with these memories
Please take me out to see
What's happened now, in this bitter world
I've been hiding now for weeks

So dress me up in all these pretty fabrics
Cause his eyes only seem to see skin deep
And my body's scarred from this loss of sleep
And you always said you'd remember me,
You always said you'd remember me

And I know you've said this once before
Oh how you think this hurts you more
But after tonight no one will need to cry
Cause I've changed my mind
I don't want to see
What's this worlds becoming
The light it burns my porcelain skin
It's time to go back to hiding now

Because this black velvet room never felt so better,
When you've lost it all
It pulls you in and sets you free
(There's no need to hide from me)
These four empty walls will keep you safe
His eyes can't seem to sink this deep,
They can't hurt you now my dear

So dress me up in all these pretty fabrics
Cause his eyes only seem to see skin deep
And my body's scarred from this loss of sleep
And you always said you'd remember me,
You always said you'd remember me

So dress me up in all these pretty fabrics
Cause his eyes only seem to see skin deep
And my body's scarred from this loss of sleep
And you always said you'd remember me,
You always said you'd remember me

(They can't hurt you now my dear)

© 2014 Courtney Elizabeth


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Very well written, I love your work. You did a great job, on writing the piece as it shows your emotion that flowed perfectly on to the page.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I like the depth and honesty in this poem, was kind of lost in your words...Brilliant writing!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on August 14, 2014
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Courtney Elizabeth
Courtney Elizabeth

Chicago, IL



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A few years ago someone said to me: "Depression is an illness. A downward spiral of every emotion intensified because of a heavy broken soul. Restless thoughts (also memories) that hunt the mind and.. more..

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