I kissed her lips, and there it lay,
A spark too bright, it burned the way.
My heart, a knight, too bold in jest,
Did strike the blade into her chest.
But playful are the steps of doom,
A laugh can bloom, then seal the tomb.
I held her safe, too tight a grasp,
Her breath escaped; love did not last.
Desire swelled and drowned the air,
Its weight too fierce for one to bear.
Yet love, a riddle, thrives to die,
For every fire must meet the sky.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 11:26 PM UTC
I kissed her lips, and there it lay,
A spark too bright, it burned the way.
My heart, a knight, too bold in jest,
Did strike the blade into her chest.
But playful are the steps of doom,
A laugh can bloom, then seal the tomb.
I held her safe, too tight a grasp,
Her breath escaped; love did not last.
Desire swelled and drowned the air,
Its weight too fierce for one to bear.
Yet love, a riddle, thrives to die,
For every fire must meet the sky.
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