My heart is yet just a broken vessel, wings torn and tattered yet nothing left in my life to live for but him. My my tis to be such a sweet yet deadly sin. His heart an mine aligned, for yet minutes felt like years in your presence. But who am I to feel for him. Still his heart barely beats as well, shredded and chipping away, heart beats for mine. Love aligned.
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His embrace threw his presence.
PoetryForbidden and shunned down upon by society's I am but a freak. But how can love be so dangerous if it is with the same as me.
