Beyond this cliff of mine
With the thorn beneath mossed,
There is a girl with a boy's crown.
The affection I felt is very strong but
never-will.
She got the best of both worlds and
Under that tree, that tree of mine,
With the leaves spun and tossed,
She licked a fire.
With that black tailored suit, she should
conquer the world!
Her name's Madeline,
And sometimes good men can only dream
Badly.
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Thanatophobia
Poetry2 minutes. Stroll through this minefield of love, this treasury of 5 poems, in only two minutes. Then, I'll assure you, dear precious warriors, your time will not be in vain.
