you were a fall
so beautifully orchestrated
the angels were fooled by you
you held them
softly and deftly
caressed their open wounds
which you created
their souls turn dormant
corrupted and destroyed
this could only be because of you
secretly possessed me
once again
my body is yours
the pain is pleasure
yet the pleasure
is what causes us pain
it’s too late to hold me
you always end up hurting me
every time you leave
you make it burn
making me feel as beautiful
as the sunset
and when you come back
my soul is as cold as the moon
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Author:
mira (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is definitely one of my favourite first written poems of mine. its very special to me and i’d like to know what others think
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Wow I can see the contradiction in feelings. And how these feelings are intense. Love can definitely be that at times. I really enjoyed your poem
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