Made with toxic illusions
and broken dreams.
Fears from the darkness
yearns to drain my sanity,
and suffocate with bliss.
Our love like an innocent flame
and a wandering moth.
You became the alluring,
yet deadly light
and I,
the disillusioned creature,
a victim without sight.
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Poetry of the Soul
PoetryOur soul is like an ocean full of deep secrets, hidden fears, demons, and angels lurking at the depth of our being. If eyes are the window of the soul, then where would be the door? ------------------- Collection of poems, words left unsaid, words...
