Many poisons deceive the air which we breathe
But only so that all the unwanted are relieved
For they do sing their purpose through a merry song
One of which we shall endure day and night long
Its tune is gladly sung by those who can
But those who cannot seek vengeance like a man
Despaired by what they want and think they need
The simplest form of longing and of greed
But longing is a form of passion and desire
The love or hate of something which should all but be admired
For the curse of love hath many gone for dead
Their thoughts possessed by fair maidens who demand blood shed
Their love has been extracted through and through
A pitiful attempt to hide the truth
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Murders' Relatives
PoesíaEvery one has different thoughts, different minds, but sometimes we must accept that there is only one way to deal with things and thats to live with it! These are a collection of poems written to show that whether we choose to or not there are thin...
