Dark, cold, and rough,
hard, rock solid, and tough.
That is how I describe my heart,
for it appears to have been made by a dark art.
lonely, empty and without a cause,
It seems i will remain forever lost.
Wondering around in the eternal vacant space,
never visited or blessed by someone else's grace.
My heart is to always remain in solitude
to stay loveless, and safe I shall have to be crude.
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Variety of Poems
Poesiait's sort of a collection of dark love poems and other random topics or ideas.
