A young man
With a long life ahead of him,
And lots of love to share.
Will I get closer,
Would I even dare?
I smell the posion in his breath
And I know that I am next
To fall under his spell.
A witch's cauldron filled with fumes
To kill all those
In most utter doom.
My lips embrace his
And both of us knew
Exactly what we were both up to.
I fell under his deadly spell
And he unto mine.
For us to be forever divine.
tayleerhi
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A Sad Poet
PoetryShort poems from a sad poet. Most Impressive Rank Ever: #1 in Poem, #2 in Words •1k Views - 1/2/19 •5k Views - 3/17/19 •10k Views - 5/27/19 •20k Views - 3/15/20
