Apocalyptic love

A Poem by lost_poet

My lips,

Your lips,

Apocalypse.

You are the smell before rain,

You are the blood in my veins,

Touch of your skin,

We're drowning in sinn.

Your burning gaze,

That all was just phase,

Because...

After love comes just pain,

We are tied up with chains,

Through shattered windows,

We try to be hereoes.

Dying with memories,

With unsaid theories,

Have no one to hold,

My heart became cold...

Whom now to blame

For losing OUR flame?

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Added on June 2, 2024
Last Updated on June 2, 2024

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