The ribbons of your heart
Are entwined with mine.
Blood-red trailing on ebony
Softest silk draped over stone
You seek to love me
But I cannot.
I can’t risk you and I
Becoming entangled -
I fear we may never be free.
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 11:27 PM UTC
The ribbons of your heart
Are entwined with mine.
Blood-red trailing on ebony
Softest silk draped over stone
You seek to love me
But I cannot.
I can’t risk you and I
Becoming entangled -
I fear we may never be free.
I love you, I promise I do!
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