Loving you is like loving the devil,
It is strictly restricted by myself.
You found my weakness that loving level,
you reached the top of the callouses shelf.
And mutilate it out of my heart.
You took away my pure innocence and now,
You have torn our relationship apart.
I should have retained to love you, but how?
You love is my poison. Poison. Poi-son.
You love is toxic. Toxic. To-xic.
You love is like a toy box with toys in,
full of surprises that are non-toxic.
You love is Divine just like that flower,
sitting alone.
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PoesíaPoems I have put In time to think about. They are both negative and positive. They have meaning. They maybe ones I believe strongly about and you don't believe in them that's fine.
