She liked to dance along the edges,
To the point of falling in.
The thrill of almost going over,
Gave her happiness, within.
Only, she played once too often,
With the edge of reasoning.
And when the madness took her,
You could almost hear it sing.
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Dark Attraction
PoetryA collection of deliciously, dark poems. #3 in Poetry - 9/6/18 I hope you enjoy and any time taken to read, is greatly appreciated and if you wanted to hit the little vote button or comment, you will have my eternal gratitude. H x The main theme of...
