Im just tired of love—
Its so tender,
So serene
A home of intimacy
Yet I couldn't have it.
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Hidden ink of Heart
PoetryLet me allure the ghost of the past, Clothed with dire love and profanity- Seduce me or not I'll suffice my pleasure through poetry.
Yet I coudn't
Im just tired of love—
Its so tender,
So serene
A home of intimacy
Yet I couldn't have it.