It is the end.
The reaper keeps begging me to fall for his heart, to fall into his hands.
He promises me softness and compassion, and he said falling for him is the ultimate affection.
In the end, we are ceasing there in his backyard.
He just wants me to embrace him like he did.
In the end, he is an excellent lover and a welcoming land.
It is the end.
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Wisdom From the Dark Side. (#Wattys2015)
PoetryA bundle of dark poems and short poetic stories from life experiences and a great love of poetry and literature. -We hope you enjoy it. -Don't forget to vote and comment. My daughter and I share this experience. -Written by: Michel and Carmen Ahwach.
