You kissed me upon my lips It's when our love set ablazed !
this page of ours you nonchalantly flipped
and i would cry for days
Oh my sweet poison , for you - i would take another sip --
Roses were thrown of not a single pretty petal -
but only thorns
To hell and back with you - in every trip
Kill me another way -
and i will still be amazed
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My poetry(s)
PoetryWelcome dear ones. Here lies my works of many poetry. Enjoy! " A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day " - Emily Dickinson
