- He lulled me into a
warm cocoon of
security
Then stung me with
they bitter type of an
aftertaste
Like a sweet, gentle drink
I was forced to sip
and then I did
Made me drunk
so bad
I lost myself
From his love
become delirious
from his sweet, addicting
kisses
and
promises.
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Bound of words
PoetryJust a bound of words that creates a poem~~ *Every poem is original and I really do hope you would all love it. Also, some of it were based on lyrics and I just did some magic tricks into them ;) *
