maybe i'm the rock on the shore and you the never ending sea
wee meet once in a something stuck between darkness and love
you take a little bit of me
every time you leave,
you take like gravel, you take me away
in your doomed little battle you made me your play
soon as you bite the apple, you'll be just clay
becoming less of myself
swaying under your spell, is this what it is to be selfless?
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For the Sun of your Skin
ParanormalA poetry collection about what it feels like to be loved by the sun, for the scars, the brown and gold that is left as a memorabilia on your skin.
