Jude, as holy as your name sounds
I can't help but despise every fibre of your being
I can't help but see behind it, a satanic meaning
Lucifer is said to be handsome, but what on earth am I seeing?
I was once blinded by love, what a deceiving feeling
When those thoughts resurface I run, chest heaving
An adrenaline pumped sprint, deep breathing
Truth seeking, I see you. An ugly little fart
Satan's cousin himself that decided to break my heart
Potato peeling, somewhat an art
Potato's note : my love themed poems are either over exaggeraed or under exaggerated. And I use fictional names for each feeling. Lol
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Poems of Ex lovers
PoetryPoems of past lovers and past relationships I've written under the influence of broken love.
