Her Life is Precious

She was an angel disguised in the flawed skin of an imperfect structure.

Taught words of harsh meaning, spoke between the rose flesh of her delicate mouth.

The same mouth that forced kisses on the souls of unwilling people, as they were caught in her beauty's trance.

Like fly,  so tiny, so utterly and dramatically hopeless, I too, fell victim.

My heart, froze in time when I saw her, and in those moments it was the same moments of the time I first laid eyes on her

She caught the eyes of everyone, but her eyes did see me.

I was translucent against her world of black, just another cog in the machine.

Her sadness spoke a foreign language others could not understand, but I spoke it fluently.

She, who cried into her pillow until she damp in her emotions

She, who cut words of self-pity in her pale flesh

was a fragile butterfly that the world broke with every touch

and one touch more

I'm afraid she is going to break

So I'll pretend I can hold her in close

keeping each beautiful piece of her secure

while I rot away

in the hell

I set

for

me

.

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[alifeacoustic]

Her sadness spoke a foreign language others could not understand, but I spoke it fluently.
This is what I believe is technically called, a killer line. It's genius to get that amount of intensity into one line.
That's not to take away from the rest of the piece. It is all fantastically put together, with the raw emotion seeping from every word.
Thank you for sharing. I really enjoyed this.