Pure mood poem


Wretched circle of hatred

How much i despise thee

Yet always when you beckon

I come crawling back

Every time i succumb

To your powers of persuasion

I find it yet harder

To escape this grasp

This tarnished and tattered heart

Fails to recognise signs of love

Thoughts of happyness are forgotten

Inside the frozen core of this soul

Author's Notes/Comments: 

wrote this when i was in a bad mood

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