A century, of unclear disease playing tug of war with my blue lone heart
an abrumpt cure, so delacate yet powerful in countless shades
this patient is only human - humanly selfish
my hopes are for there to be no other uncured girls, for you to cure
you say i'm the only one
things don't come true unless they're done
i wish to lock you in further study
my entice, my drug, my love
babe, warn me
is there a limited supply?
YOU ARE READING
Poems anonymous
PoetryHey, I am writing peoms in my art notebook. Well, it' s still a type of art right? Wanna sneak peek? Well, here we go... Roses are red Violets are blue I dont share what's going on in my head But it' s time i give the world a Clue ~*~*~ These peoms...
