In mind's embrace, I softly close,
With thoughts of her, the past's repose.
Her memory, a lingering kind,
Everlasting, within my mind.
In dream's domain, her visage near,
Beside my own, her face so clear.
A kiss, a taste of sweetened bliss,
Yet with her lips, sweet lies amiss.
She, a girl, in guise so fair,
Yet harboring poison, a hidden snare.
For hearts she weaves a tangled toll,
Her deceitful allure takes its toll.
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Poems
PoetryI'm presenting a collection of poems I've personally written. Each one stands as an independent creation, though some may intertwine through common themes. These poems reflect my innermost feelings, and in certain instances, they echo fragments of...
