cold.
it was frozen
inside her heart, yet, warm inside of his.
romance lingered, everywhere.
living within their bones,
their hearts and flushed cheeks
both, focused on each other.
she, wanted him.
he, wanted her.
hot.
both were inflamed in lust.
she thought he was the one.
"come here" he said
they kissed.
she forgot,
just what it felt like to be loved.
they fought.
every day,
over her.
the lust was gone.
her trust still lingered.
he is bad for her.
she knows this.
yet, she still tries.
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Will you be mine?
PoetryPoetry about the boy who is taking my heart, piece by piece
