A spark in the darkness,
A burning inferno of young love and flashing eyes.
The world spins as we grow swallied on cupid's poison,
For which there is no cure.
If an antidote did exist,
I would crawl through Tartarus to find it,
For it would be less torture to do so,
Then to be unable to say I love you,
For your heart belongs to someone else.
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Poetry
ПоэзияRandom poetry by me, sorry if it's bad. I might post a couple poems by other people.
