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May 2022 · 1.3k
She's deprived.
amorev writes May 2022
Little divested flower,
Shame— how you break with the peak of light.
A blossom they might think,
You're still a phony stick.
Is it guilt filling the scene?
Or is it just the sunbeam?
Mar 2019 · 1.8k
Idk
amorev writes Mar 2019
Idk
Confused,

I don't know what this is, it is new and peculiar,
Is it love? or am I just getting used to the feeling?

You are always beside me, You make me so happy
Yet you give me so much pain.

You're in my head,
in every direction i turn,
in every route i take,
it is you, always you,
always coming to you.

I closed my eyes,
I see no dark cos' there was you i see.
The light in my dark.
You are the moon and I'm the wolf.

I don't know what this is,
but all i'm sure of is that im half a heart without you.
Jun 2017 · 782
A
amorev writes Jun 2017
***
She a Shakespeare's poem
Sometimes dying blue
Inside a dome
The crying clue
To find a home
In nowhere true

— The End —