Their love was a suicide
It flourished as they died
They both tried to hide
But they couldn't deny
That they enjoyed the pain
The love put inside
Because at the moment
It was the only feeling
That they had felt with actual meaning
~Madison
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Unspoken
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." ~Robert Frost ~~~~~~~~ This book consists of my innermost thoughts-turned-poems that I have had cooped up in my mind. But, just as a note, the subjects of my poems ar...
