She kissed me, the Devil I've lust, she told me that Hell is hot and I adore the heat. Keep me close thy whom we fear, she who rules the land of the dead. They say she has no feelings but, she promised to love me, She's what most men fear, beautifully, soundlessly, the true meaning of death. She creeps the hallways to say "I love you", to mislead you into falling in love again. Dire love story, I can't breathe without her, she's the only one that keeps me warm at nights, Heaven sounded too beautiful to the ear but Lucy-and-Her was lonely.
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Love Beyond Trees
PoetryThis is a poetry that touches and reaches the depths of our emotions that we dare not to tamper with. It's a set of poems I put together for you readers to enjoy and feel the shoes I cannot wear.
