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...Another face of Valentine
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time...

Thank you so much dear Sharon for this beautiful poem:
Fucking ValentineOh if this is a test; I swear, my sweet
sick darling, I'll throw the game,
toss your glass menagerie heart
in the air and watch it break.
I'll do all this cruelty just to lose,
just to make you sin, feel just
as bad as I do; thirsting for
poison berry wine, wanting
lust to eat whatever's left
of an English spring in
our rattlesnake throats.
Oh I'm dark, you know.
I'm sick but it's your fault, sweetheart.
Oh yes, all this blame
falls on you like bucketfuls of satin
chills; Maine sea-glass
rain, silver, a slow death; painful
and hated on our flesh
like the gentle demise
of werewolves, romanticized in
teen fiction, in Eastern-European
superstition and church tales.
Oh the priests keep us out
of catholic cemetery gates.
But we don't give a damn, that's a fact.
We were born to fall on our knees and
give each other head.
Oh darling, i remember
there was a time when
you were okay with that, as well..
And we were meant
to hold hands as indiscreetly as
any other romantic couple can,
walking dow

Wacom tablet + Corel + PSP
Ref.: saturdayx.deviantart.com/art/i…

Description
...Another face of Valentine
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time...

Thank you so much dear Sharon for this beautiful poem:
Fucking ValentineOh if this is a test; I swear, my sweet
sick darling, I'll throw the game,
toss your glass menagerie heart
in the air and watch it break.
I'll do all this cruelty just to lose,
just to make you sin, feel just
as bad as I do; thirsting for
poison berry wine, wanting
lust to eat whatever's left
of an English spring in
our rattlesnake throats.
Oh I'm dark, you know.
I'm sick but it's your fault, sweetheart.
Oh yes, all this blame
falls on you like bucketfuls of satin
chills; Maine sea-glass
rain, silver, a slow death; painful
and hated on our flesh
like the gentle demise
of werewolves, romanticized in
teen fiction, in Eastern-European
superstition and church tales.
Oh the priests keep us out
of catholic cemetery gates.
But we don't give a damn, that's a fact.
We were born to fall on our knees and
give each other head.
Oh darling, i remember
there was a time when
you were okay with that, as well..
And we were meant
to hold hands as indiscreetly as
any other romantic couple can,
walking dow

Wacom tablet + Corel + PSP
Ref.: saturdayx.deviantart.com/art/i…