The heart flies, glows when love pours in.
Bumps and bumps, pounds and pounds.
Pleasant, yet painful.
Desire blooms, either becoming beautiful or sinful.
Love, always either the water or poison,
that will pour onto the innocent flower of the heart.
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My Poem Book
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems~! Enjoy reading! Notes: * most of the poem's structures are based on other songs' - and foreign ones, on top of that (so they probably won't sound that poetic) * there are some that may not be all that good, since th...
