❞ I fell in love
with a green eyed gypsy.
And others have warned me
that she was only here to seize.
She dug into my pockets,
but never to look for gold –
(only warmth) simply beacuse
her hands were shivering.
She borrowed her teeth
into my skin,
but she wasnt hungry (for blood) -
she only wished to leave me
a souvenir.
She did, however,
steal something within my soul,
(and left) without a single trace,
and not a single clue.
But I continued to fall,
wondering if she ever
fell too. ❝
- pl
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Poeziethis is a collection of poems that made me feel a certain way. I hope you can enjoy them too. I didn't involve any quotes, because I personally think that is a whole different genre, but let me know if you would be interested. „Some people survive...
