Deep in love
bodies entwined
drunk off each other like red wine
Our innocence will never last
Our minds mature, but our bodies naive
Will love like this last forever?
Or will you go back to your selfish ways in September...
Silver will pierce the heart of the pure
And poison them to make sure
There is only so much I can endure
But with true love, you can never really tell
It's like being under a spell.
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Dark Aftermath
PoetryGraveyard for dark thoughts "Dark thoughts and careless whispers became the shadow of the person I once was". . . . . . I am entering a new chapter of my life and I am grateful for seeing more light than darkness now. Here's a collection of poems...
