Her gift is her song
But all those who listen will surely wither
Her actions are irreparable and Unexplainable
I still return
She brings pain hiding it Behind lustful word of pleasure
I make no mistake in falling I love the way she kills me all the same.
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Letters to Me
Poetrythis is a collection of poems written by me. Please feel free to leave any constructive criticism in the comments I'm always open to feed back.
