You are poison
You're love is like meth
An apple with a kiss of death
Knowing damn we'll it will kill me quick
Still I take it to get my fix
The first taste upon my lips
So sweet and succulent heavenly bliss
Slowly your poison creeps through my veins
Till my skin is left blood stained
Sooner or later comes an antidote
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
