Where had you been?
I'd been looking for you.
When I graze your lips,
It seems too good to be true.
But you did it for me.
Because you love me,
Not out of malice,
You were hand under the tree.
I beg you for one more smile,
One more kiss,
One more moment,
Of pure bliss.
Just one more.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
