He felt like heaven but tasted like hell;
Both love and flames burned our skin;
Swallowing the words I yearned to tell,
Rather, his lips forbid by soul to yell.
I could barely breathe as he preys,
He wraps his arms in warm embrace;
And the scent of blood and smoke clung,
While I'm devouring the devil's tongue.
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Read My Soul
Poetry"Writing my soul in the form of poetry." They say if you'd wish to know more about a poet, you should read their poems - because that's where their hearts are poured into. This book is a collection of poetry (and prose) that I wrote to express all m...
