All the gays are obsessed.
They want a happy ending,
with love conquering just.
To yearn and enshrine,
for all their lives;
to one single soul is extremely divine.
Yet, they deny the prospect,
of just one little concept;
Nothing but hallowed,
if only both hearts crave.
Yet, what is it christened,
If one's love skewed farther?
When one is self-indulgent,
And the other, noble?
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Danse Macabre
PoetryCollection of poem that delves with life and death. Questions of it, and people that are haunted by them. - Image cover by Natalia Drepina
