Please Sir, I beg for your ear
See that shine right there?
A knife she clutched to her breast
Carried everywhere
The blade, a viper’s cruel tongue
Sharp to pierce through hearts
Her knife begins to transform
Weapon splits apart
It reveals the knife’s true form
The devilish boy
Like a genie in a lamp
Girl falls for the ploy
Both cursed with dark afflictions
Incurable fate
She was blinded by yearning
Hands held at hell’s gate
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Love and Fantasy
Poetrypoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
