She held those thoughts
As if waiting for its purpose.
All different kind of quotes
Breaking beneath the surface.
A smell so sweet
Desire hanging over
Melting in the heat
Her heart still hover
On and on went the ramble
Have our purpose lost its worth?
She took her turn to gamble
As we all learn to loathe.
-Minha Mehrin
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Dulcet
PoetryI see a star I see nothing more I felt a nudge I felt no pain Was it hate? Was it love? Or something in between? A mystery I assume A history they strive to forget A sultry heart all left alone. ________ A collection of poem I write to find what I...
