When a Scorpio's gaze conceals a shadow,
When trust frays like a moth - eaten lace,
Listen to the rustle of their silence, for therein -----
Lies the truth's hidden trace.
Their loyalty, a double - edged dagger,
Carves oaths into the marrow of night.
Yet, beware the serpent's silent hiss,
For betrayal wears a Scorpio's cloak so tight,
But if your heart dares to trust once more, let it be ---
A dance, with the stars and storms. Hold their secrets ----
Like fragile constellations, and pray
They don't unravel in their ghostly forms.
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"Little feelings of the Black Prince"
PoetryThis book covers poems across topics like nature, relationships, feelings and more.
