Into My Arms

Into My Arms

seeing red
not the girl
the colour
blood floods me
pulsing, pounding
anger consumes me
my heart aches
from her rejection
a splinter in my soul
while she hides behind her spell
casting words like bullets
she doesn’t know me
she wont miss me
and that ain’t right
when one is drinking whiskey
the liquor should burn
not my skin from her touch
today I’ll wallow
but tomorrow I’ll plan
craft my own spell
to draw her near
to make her run
where she belongs
into my arms

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9 Comments

    1. Author

      There is a fine line between the two at times. Thanks for reading 🙂

    1. Author

      Thanks, glad you enjoyed it 🙂

  1. Well I can’t wait for his spell ….it’s just getting more and more interesting !!

    1. Author

      Glad you like it, thanks 🙂

    1. Author

      Thank you 🙂

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