The sweet embrace of lover fate, when he comes he locks the gate. He never shows you his true dark side, you only see what he cannot hide.
His heart is hardened and yet he cries then sweeps it away with garish lies. He can only give what he can hold, he’s never loud but always bold.
You can run long and you can run far but you’ll end up in his arms and forget who you are. There are no bargains, no deals and no trade. He will have you bound to the bed that you made.
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A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)
PoetryJust some random poetry from my collection of strange thoughts.
