You could see the darkness in his eye and the way it burned so light,
but his past broke through the mirror of this eyes.
He was cruel, cold, and distant, like all bad guys are ,
but he melted like a candle with my touch.
In the end, it didn't last, he got lost, and I crashed.
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Aren't we all sinners, because of love?
PoesíaPoetry I just wanted to capture the feeling of something greater than all of us. Love and Pain. From overwhelming butterflies to aching thorns.
