A little poem *trigger*

[hpfanficqueen]

My Vampire

My wrists bear the scars of your crafty work.
Come on, my vampire.
Did you not always make my blood run?
Yet, you are the reason the flow has stopped.
You work both ways.
Starting the bloody drops and then begging me to stop.
You're strange, my vampire.
What is the reason for your craving?
"C'est la vie, mon ami," you tell me.
Translvanya never taught you that, vampire.
But, It IS the life, my friend.
My Vampire.
My Love.


Yeah...It isn't very good...compared to the ones that others write. feel free to critiqe

[hellskitty]

dont say that...i think its great i really like it!

[foblin]

It is great! It really gets across the feelings you have. ;D

[lostsoul]

Love the peom! It's really good. Keep up the good work and post more. ;D ;D

[starryeyes]

I liked it, and the part where you used some french was cool.

[hpfanficqueen]

I've accually translated a few poems to French. It makes my friends mad, because they can't read it! lol

[phaedra]

I think it's lovely and very well written. You shouldn't critique yourself, people are often too hard on their own work.

This poem conveys emotions which I'm sure most people here can relate to.

Personally, it makes me remember a time where my love for someone sucked me dry of any emotions at all and needless to say I'm glad it's over.

Yet, it also reminds me of a situation I'm in now.

This is a really great poem.