A/N: This poem is one of a series of six I had to write for a writing class my sophomore year of high school. Eros is defined as being a sexual sort of love relying only on mutual attraction.
Bloody carnations litter snowy sheets.
Smaller hands cling to larger ones.
Face red as the flowers...
Addicted.
Blossoming under guiding touches,
breathing in the fragrance that so enchanted,
voices called out for one another;
across a sea, they called.
With a glance, they
captured wayward affections,
stained white hearts,
charmed lustful eyes,
grasped at brittle straws,
just to do as so desired.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
