He's like a cloud of smoke
He can disappear
Break your heart with his
Searing kiss
He can repair you
With all his craftiness
He is the king
Under his own control
But you arrested the queen
Wielding him in
Your laugh was so enticing
But his walls were forever crumbling
Guess he wasn't in control
We'll leave that to mother nature
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Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoetryA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
