The sun kissed my face
But the night wrapped me in its love
The sun blistered my lips
But the night caused frostbite
The sun's golden fingers caressed
But the night professed
The sun was a cancerous copulation
But the night became a predator
Is there a twilight in-between
That will provide lust and love
Desire without destruction
Is there such a thing.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
