Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2016
She was radiant- she still is.

She drew me in and captured me through surmise amiss.

Her intention not to seize me but through her remiss; I found a graceful figure.

*My madness said I loved her as I descended to abyss.
Written by
Bonswan  Earth
Please log in to view and add comments on poems