Nov 2020
Two hearts bound,
Twining round
A thorny vine.
It's yours and mine.
Two hearts bleed.
My guilt, your greed.
You took away
My yesterday.
Two hearts kiss.
You longed for this.
I stood my ground.
Now we are bound.
Twining round
A thorny vine.
It's yours and mine.
Two hearts bleed.
My guilt, your greed.
You took away
My yesterday.
Two hearts kiss.
You longed for this.
I stood my ground.
Now we are bound.
Why are only the morbid poems natural to me? If I try to write something happy it just seems forced.
(22/F)
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