her divine decaying

she wore blood like rouge and death like perfume

JE TE LAISSERAI DES MOTS ━━ poetry

a man takes his sadness down to the river / but then he's still left / with the river. a man takes his sadness and throws it away / but then he's still left with his / hands. POETRY © putrescentpoet 2021

baisers de la tombe - poetry

"You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you." bullshit. highest rankings so far -10 in poetry -9 in poesia -4 in sadpoems -7 in poemcollection -1 in collectionofpoems -7 in lovepoems -11 in poems -10 in poem