my mother warned me
that our love was toxic;
so close to breaking bones
like needle-thin matchsticks
but no one could understand
how you ignite
this fierce passion in my chest
between the two of us
and how it brings to mind
roses;
lovely, heady and strong
but painful when grasped too hard
but I know you would only ever
keep me in this soft feathered hold
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Roses, Cherry Vodka & Her Perfume
PoetryA collection of (almost) love poetry inspired by my beautiful and exotic princess of a muse. (Please please please read and leave comments, I need some critics because I wanna give this to her as a present)
