O' Beloved, you have bestowed
A curse on me, a whisper of an
Ancient tree, a spell most dark,
From the times of Satan's reign,
My touch is deadly and my tongue is
Poison upon your flesh, I'am the Divine,
I'm a woman of your luscious dreams, I will
Not only break your heart, I'll make you cry in
Streams.
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PoetryAll Rights Reserved Copyright 2016 @smokeupthe-moon. I wish I knew what to say, Have a mind full of words Yet to be spoken, to be written, Colored in every shade of the rainbow, Cover emotions with how the human eye can see, This is...
