poetry//unknown
You want love and you want danger but don’t you know they’re already two?
That love is a dangerous thing
The affection is an affliction
The obsession is an addiction
His kisses are an injection
But they cannot cure the infection
Unrequited in fear of dejection
It will burn you quickly, leave you still raw and cold inside, dark and tasteless on the outside
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Poetry or Prose, I Suppose
PoetryThis is neither fact nor fiction. It is in the realm of my mind, the planes in which are not held accountable for reason or articulation. It is a wild landscape and I need to map it out in the way I know best-writing. So wether it is an unfiltered v...
