The grasp of the sweet
The tanginess tingling as he leaves
The lustrous spell
I,
A witch bound to a warlock's mischieves
It followed chaos as he never came back
I guess
Fireworks can be a lie sometimes
When he kisses u
And then suddenly it's to late
To undo the fall right into the devil's lair .
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Poems Of An Introvert //Poetry//
PoetryGone with the dawn Here my thoughts are layed upon Tales, hidden scares, also disguised happiness Crying out loud cries of souls quitely lying latent ..... Please show ur ❣and support....❤🤗 I'll be writing more cause , As quoted by Robert Frost, ...
