She cast a spell on him,
Or so he was told.
She was a thorn
But all he saw was a rose
She killed everything that got close
But her touch made him feel alive
And he was fearless as he took a dive
Into the paradoxical unknown he called love and life.
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Mosaic
Poetry'For what is love if not a beautiful mosaic of happiness and pain?' A collection of original short poems on topics that I feel most people relate to or know about but don't often speak about. Feedback is welcome and appreciated ❤️ Highest Rank: #8 ...
