In my own little corner
I think aloud the quiet whispers of my spirit
It's autumn now
Time to fall in love
I always fall in love in autumn.
And I mean it sincerely
Will you be lacking wax when the
Candle of our connection
Burns brightly
Or will you extinguish it before it can be lit.
I'm not attracted to you I'm in love with you
I've never felt this way to someone I barely know
It's as if a coven of witches have fell my heart with sickly potions and spells
But yet it feels so pure and right I
Hesitate to call it witchcraft
Halloween soon approaches perhaps it is the lovecraft stirring my head with confusions and enigmas
But certain am I of this
All the Belladonnas since the foundation of the world now rest in the icon of your pursed lip.
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The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
