he was a skater
warm, warm as the summer
she was a ballet dancer
cold, cold as the winter
he was so tender
but she didn't twirl in tidewater
he wanted a lover
but she was a player
it was his life, all he had to offer
she never gave a damn, ever
every time he started to flicker
she stabbed him with thunder
she opened the next chapter
a monarchy where her sky bled silver
moon soared the smell of lavender
and her persona roared louder
he was addicted to her toxic powder
her poison was his storyteller
hypnotized him, fascinated her
she blew gunpowder
he did surrender
because she was his painkiller
he thought she was a sunflower
little did he know, she's a disaster
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PoetryI write because nobody listens. --- A poem collection Written in 2 languages EN/ID Updated (almost) daily © 2020 by ohjuliette - Highest rank: #2 in poems [June 05-09, 20] #1 in words [June 10-13, 20]
