Sunday, March 25, 2018


My heart worn upon my sleeve
An iron mettle deceive
Thieves of me
Perfumed whispers gently frames
Writhing venom a tongue splayed
Cruel game
Passive lover fight for me
Lead me into wondrous dreams
I believe
Seek redemption in my kiss
Stand the fire for mere bliss
To exist
Conjured demons break this spell
A passionate betrayal
Love's quarrel


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