He strikes her heart, almost killing her, every time through every kiss. The painted memories are so bliss. The ink scatters across the papers they stand on, reminding them of what they miss.
Playfull is the deadly tickle he beholds in his eyes. Seeing through what he saw as lies. Shameful doubt; as he dies.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
