Dedman’s Morbid Mausoleum of Dark Poetry: The Regret of Romance (Original Work, Exclusively Published on Morbidly Beautiful)
The darkness of flowing hair contrasted against the paleness of Her skin that was cold like marble;
Opportunities missed, full lips of blood which I wished I never kissed, a simple and stupid tryst,
Her touch was soft as graveyard moss but Her bite was harder than a crushing black vice;
Emotions tossed, fingers of a desired lover betrayed and crossed, a lonely heart withered in frost.