Here I was slaughtered.
Detained by rusted chains
And you ran your soft fingers
On my lips
Tasting the ciggerate we both smoked.
The moonlight can't look past
The twilight of immorality
As something as beguiling as love
Could murder a soul.
I can't reminisce
But can be overwhelmed
For this is the end of me
Where my soul leaves my body
Here in this Haven
~Krishna~
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Truly Beautiful
PoetryI can't see past you, But i'm too scared to make a move! A short book of poetries that you can relate to ig? By- Krishtastic (Krishna) (#1 on newera) (#1 on spilled thoughts)
