when he kisses you
it'll be time
he will take you
to the place you lie
his wings dark
the beating of them
will stop your heart
his cold touch
will make you
shake and
shutter
then he'll whisper
"it's okay"
with a voice
dark and gray
his cloak long
sweeping over the ground
killing the plants
that he drowns
you won't see his eyes
only his lips
and you wonder
why
but never will
he answer
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Poems of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I have created. I hope you enjoy! Not all are about me, but a lot are. These poems are what I am and what I feel. Sometimes it's not totally me but someone(normally a woman) who comes to me from insides and inspires me...
