All he wanted was her
while all she wanted was death.
He was obsessed with her
she was obsessed with death.
She took his breath away
even after death took hers that day.
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Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
