Forbidden love
Clary Lorraine
Forbidden love,its what we had my beloved dove.Your kiss,made me feel a bliss.Your smile,lit up the world even on the darkest of days.You were my light in the darkness,my air when I couldn't breath.You looked Beautiful,the way your eyes glistend in the sun.Your laugh,that echoed in my head.When you turned away,I felt more then pain,I felt as if I was fading away.Slowly,I lost hope in your return,and my heart burned and the ashes found it's way to your heart,but you can't love what is unlovable,you can't love me when there is nothing left of me. There might be errors,but I tried my best as I do not speak English very well. ~clary
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Clary Lorraine
@POET UNKNOWN thank you soo much💖😘
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2020-05-18 17:13:02
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POET UNKNOWN
@Clary Lorraine 💕💞
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Mehak Kapoor
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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shadowlinxxx morgan
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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