He's made of the finest honey coat
Explosive and destructive for my soul,
I wish to love him until we grow old,
Although I know he only wants me until I run out cold.
And damn, when he looks at me with those eyes,
They're so dark and desolate
That my body sublimates into ice.
A destructive chaos drowning me away,
A touch like a granade.
His venom dissolves on my lips.
And when I close my eyes,
He disappears into admist.
A love that stings like a wasp,
He attacks me, unmasked.
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SILENT TEARS ✔️
PoésieGuys, I can't tell if I'm a sad writer or just a sad person. Enough about me. No one cares, right?? But I care about you enjoying the poems I've written for you *sobbing*. So grab a tub of ice cream and a box of tissues, and dive right into it! H...
