LoveA Poem by ManaliFoolish
child, To
think you could win This
battle that many Have
lost before you.
Audacious
fool, To
step into the fire With
that tender skin, Now
raw and curled.
I
had warned you, sweet child, I'm
not to be trifled with. I
burn from the inside; Relentless
and invisible.
You
see me as Pink
hearts and violin melody. But
that is just bait To
lure virgin souls
For
me to feed on. © 2013 ManaliReviews
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StatsAuthorManaliIndiaAboutCuriously digging into everything. A little lost and overwhelmed, a little in awe. I write when the moment strikes, a word, a line, a passage. Hope you stop by.. :) more..Writing
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