In the darkest hour,
when the moon is but a shadow...
mists of clouds
melancholic, closing in on me;
whispers of death,
slowly seizing me.
I was all alone,
until you came along.
You're the cure I need.
All I want.
The antidote
to the slow poison
the world spread through my veins,
all because I was naive
I was myself.
I forbid you from leaving me alone.
I can't fight alone
Not anymore.
I dont wanna kiss death yet
Not so soon.
These lips of mine
I want to use them
to kiss you,
my arms to hold you,
give some of the light and warmth
that you've given me.
In the darkest hour,
as you hold me again,
that's all I pray for.
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Blues and Blossoms
PoetryEveryday blues, fragrantful blossoms, all the thorns, the seaweed and everything in between. poems on love and life. just pure feelings. Poetry written for versification 2023 by @wattpadpoetry Cover designed by me❤️✨©®
