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Poetry

Bleeding on paper is easier, It ensues blood into ink...phrasing words dripping of the pain.. Warning:Might contain some mature contents

🤍Poison🤍

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by Ink_web

by Ink_web

You think I don't know

But I can feel your burning heart,

As it gives me a warm glow.

If your love is an illness I never want it to be cured,

You're the sweetest addiction

Running in my blood like a poison.

The golden cage of your obsession is so spell bounding

I want to be encased in it till eternity.

My soul would love to be haunted even after death

Bind me in a bound greater than any myth.

People think that I feel nothing

It's just I stored everything for you

Only you...