I never believed in love at first sight,
because how could you love someone,
whose soul was a stranger to you?
But when I laid my eyes upon your face,
your own eyes bared your soul to me.
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Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
