You're like a black rose. Beautiful, yet deadly and fatal. I'd love to hold you.. to secure you in my arms forever. But your thorns are the living evidences that maybe, your world can't seem to fit mine – you can't go to my realm that is full of chaos.
Looking at you was mesmerizing. It's like watching a fairytale yet, it is full of darkness. You're a disaster. A beautiful disaster. I am so tempted to hold you but whenever I touch you, whenever I tried to hold you, blood may shed. Hatred may scatter. It was so harmful but I am willing to risk everything just to hold you firmly.
Even I hurt myself in the end, I'll still risk it. I'll still protect you; I'll still love you in a different way that only us have the knowledge to appreciate.
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Poetica
PoetryMajority of the contents are random thoughts, as well as poems and essays. This work is intended to let me breathe and write whenever I feel like I need to. This is a safe haven for me. I hope that it is for you, too.
