You say I cannot love you because your soul
is derived from the depths of Hell.
Well, bring me to the seven rings,
Show me where Lilith sings her seductive song,
While fire burns the sinner,
And let me love you anyways.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoetryDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
