POEM 75
"The pain,
love inflicts upon us.
Soft and sweet.
And deathly.
A kiss, a caress.
Then a knife that slays.
No heart, no soul.
It always takes.
Butterflies like nails.
All sweet turns gray.
Love is deathly,
it's not a child's play."
-LeslieWriting
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
