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Cursed
I remember your green eyes,
only dreamt i felt your skin.
It was hard believing the lies,
we both carry within.
Indulge black magic,
I dance in slippery sin.
The life they gave is tragic,
I have done myself in.
Hating the love,
loving the hate.
They're watching above,
as I disintegrate.
*S*
beautiful
Post more like this man, I have found myself searching through your poems for your darker love loss or sad poems I'm a sucker for these.
"Some people die at 25 but buried at 75" Benjamin Franklin
"...slippery sin..."
well said! ~allets~