Like a moth is drawn to a fire,
So was I, to his charm.
I knew he was trouble,
He had broke me once.
But yet, he was here at my door knocking again.
All my senses told me to flee,
Shut the door in his face and forget him.
'But he is the one,'
My heart bargained.
And like the love struck fool,
I decided to give my heart one more chance
To explore
What do they call them?
The matters of the heart.
His voice was like a melody,
Not much like an angel,
Rather the devil,
Raspy and luring.
I could listen to him all day!
Then his deep laugh ,
It would rumble across the whole room
Leaving goosebumps on my skin.
Oh how I had fallen for every part of him!
Oh, when those luscious lips would kiss me,
Like sweetened honey they tasted.
My own addiction!
He had the aura of a bad boy.
He had all the red lights
But then I was barely a cautious driver.
And again,
I thought to myself that my love would be the remedy.
Who was I fooling?
He needed no cure
But they say there is no greater idiot
Than a girl in love.
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Scarred Soul
PoetryI let my soul take over the keyboard. Just a bit of poetry. Deep. Profound. Light. Fun. Anything. I hope you enjoy. I'm only a starter at writing. Short poems. Updated at least once a week😀. Much love, Val😍 (Do tell me if you like the poems, comme...
