By: p.a. LEX
Two different souls beating as one;
though time is moving slow it can not be undone—
power and lust doesn't reign on you—
for you have a seraphic heart that's too good to be true
Night I held you in my arms,
gave me a song of romance.
Singing through the ruins of wet pebbles—
you've melt me with a glance.
Met with indisputable love;
made out of pen and paper,
how foolish can one be?
Now we're lost in the rough sea
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Pages of Despondence
PoetryA batch of poetries and short stories for the broken. You may portray it in any way you want. Most of my works are for the abused, scorned and rejected.
