Maybe it's the way you walk,
Perhaps it's your hidden dimples
Or the way your eyes glisten when you talk.
That crescent moon mouth pushes the tide
Those dark eyes captivate the heavens
Your anger makes the stars collide.
My stomach holds no butterflies, dear
But a thunder storm at the thought of you.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my venting/darker poetry. Some may contain triggering material or swear words, so here's a warning for that. I'll post a new poem whenever I can! Feedback is always welcome! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy.
