Thursday, November 5, 2009

You Knew

This is totally the most goth poem I've ever written. Seriously still a bit ashamed. And let's all remember not to confuse the author with the protagonist, k?


You Knew

You knew what I was when you picked me up
Slick, cool scales against your skin
Gently, smoothly moving, convincing
I could be more than alien

I deceived you, in the story,
With my cunning tongue,
But your glittering eyes
Are never mentioned

When you bent down, warm breath on mine
Compelling me, that was
In my nature too, sweet lies,
Making music between me and you

Drowning together. If I could
Have held back my fangs I would
Have. You'll know my nature
Better now. You should.

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