Desire
No one told me it would feel this way
Sometimes misinterpreted, sometimes misfelt
Both pain and pleasure spreading out like wild fire.
No one told me how things will play out
Misfall intensifying, agony raising
Both lack and want falling higher.
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Cupid (Poetic Love)
PoetryFalling for a rose is a good thing, but what happens when you are just a daisy? The story of a rose through the eyes of a daisy. Come fall in love with a Daisy. #91 IN ROMANCE. (Cover by L_A_JOY)
