The bottle of love was labelled poison,
" Don't ", they said restricting me,
For real was my fiery thirst,
His love was what I couldn't resist,
So I reached for it and my greedy heart drank,
Now he smiles as he sees me in his arms,
Fading away in froth and Dying slowly.
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Poetry[Highest rating :- #50] "His sweet succulent scent was so deeply sunken in my skin, Like the ink of poems absorbed by the pale paper. " ................................................... A collection of Random self-written poems, Both short and lo...
