It was a dangerous kind of love
distracting and obsessive.
Passion disguised as adoration
destructive and impulsive.
Burning seemed the only option
as the fire consumed them both.
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In The Name Of Love
Şiir"Come inside this heart of mine, feel the beat to the poets rhyme, words they tumble, spilling pain, tales of woe or love, again." Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
