PERCABETH FEELS ALERT:(A/N)
My mind befooled by delusions,
Has sworn to not let one stake to heart.
Yet it allowed a pass at the gate,
When your grace bent right to my wind.
My eyes bewitched by the enchanted
Sight of your lips, cheeks, your touch.
They say,"All's well that ends well", (A/N:I give you permission do it)
I say,"You'll be the reason for it all".
My hand befriended by your austerity,
Feels euphoric on each and every touch.
From dusk till dawn the opposition of my mind,
Feels little, and little and little
Till at last there's nothing left at all.
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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚)
Poetry"𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦 ; 𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 ; 𝘈 𝘱𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺"
