From the sin of swallowing the sun
Every spark,
Every touch,
I did,
for the sake of own seeking-pleasure
Each drip,
Each kiss
Were ephemeral
and how sweet of you.
Love me
Trust me
Adore me
You, who was once you,
has become a tool, for me
From the sin of swallowing you,
I did not care one bit
-J.N. [ whose fault? the player, or the one who insisted to stay to be played? ]
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PoetryA collection of poems inspired by a certain person's point of view of his surroundings, the people that he met, the feelings and emotions that come and go, and his loved ones. -a really strange world with a hint of wonderfulness-
