What type of person am I to fall in love with you knowing that it's a lost cause? I've known impossible loves before, but yours takes the crown. Virgil once said that the descent into hell is easy, and I couldn't agree more. Since the world is too judgmental, let's love each other behind closed doors.
I carry around a heart heavy with secrets and a mind with an alibi. If the way you caress my face is too explicit, let's keep it between you and I. There are many things in my life that I have been sorry for, but loving you isn't one of them. With each passing day, I find myself falling more and more in love with you.
My worries fade by the touch of your lips, and my body calms in the embrace of your arms. Looking into your eyes is like staring at the picturesque horizon of a setting sun. Our bare bodies pressed together is equivalent to controversial art.
There's a purity in our sin that's worth inscribing so that our story may live on in the depths of the hearts of hopeless romantics. To some, our story might come off as a little bit antic. Matters not, for they need not know what happens when the door is locked.
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Bleeding Rose
PoetryThe pen bleeds the words my mouth does not utter. If I show you my heart, would you proceed with caution? I was an innocent stepping into the game of love. Someone should have told me that all is never fair in matters of the heart. Dive into this th...
