A cold Caress,

A Dark Embrace,

A riddle woven across my face,

I care not how but more for why,

My lover would want me to die,

Not quite with words,

Though less with actions,

A foul concoction of pained reactions,

Euphoric feeling for it was you,

Who took my life before it's due,

Though I imagine,

You meant only lies.

I die knowing I kept my prize,

Said you loved me, that was enough,

For I will never call your bluff.

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Author guidance for This poem

Wow... I'm impressed with myself here, this sort of poured out of me as if i'd been keeping similar feelings bottled up... O.O I'm so confused. Though from what I can see it's rhyming pattern is ABBCC, have fun!

updated May 26 '09 by CraziestToaster