Sometimes I forget you're an ember
Floating through remnants of dead fire
Sometimes I forget you don't last forever
When you ignite me
Warm me up in the middle of winter
You're nothing but a great liar
Disguised under your lips is danger
To lure in a lover
And then you disappear
Retreat like a hunter
After you've hit the target and go out for another.
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Black isn't a Color ➵ poems
Poetry❝ Black isn't a Color, rather, the inability of light to reflect off. ❞ A collection of poems from the confused soul of an antisocial adolescent, who doesn't know where they belong, and where they don't.
