Absinthe, your touch burns me
I want to make you mine in ways
You're not ready to give yourself up,
You're an emotion so intense, even
My soul surrenders to your majestic eyes,
You're just as calm as a river, yet
Your presence brings about a turbulent storm
Within the core of my heart, it's lethal,
The way you make me feel, you make me
Wish to betray myself, I've never had
A desire as strong as you and maybe,
Oh maybe my love, I'm ready to make
You my ruin, I'm ready for you to become
My sweet suffering, my favorite demolition
-Anika
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Sweet Suffering
PoetryPreviously known as : Tales of a broken heart "It's often difficult to put into words, the tales of a broken heart." A scattered collection of poems, snippets & musings. If you're looking for a meaning within my words, then you're in the wrong plac...
