Mad LoveA Poem by Arms of Sleep
Crashing beauty
Breaking smoothly The vicious heart that can't be won Perfect haunting Pure mad wanting The lover's shout kept from the tongue Timid pureness Shifting sureness An open wound within my chest Shaming treason Blaming reason An ugly verse for my last breaths © 2013 Arms of Sleep |
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Added on December 18, 2013Last Updated on December 18, 2013 Author
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