What is love?
Is it your obsession, possisiveness using our faces as percussions
That your fist connects with to make your rythmic beat?
The music you only like to hear
You take our lives like it's yours to give
As if it's your decision as to whether we should die or live
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The Open Canvas [Poetry]
PuisiThe canvas is now open It is saturated with the remnants of my emotions and thoughts The canvas is englufed with the flames that burns throughout my mind Leaving the ashes behind The ashes that have now been used to paint the words left unsaid Some...
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