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Addicted

1 min lectură·1 septembrie 2009

Mediu

Oh, purple rose: unblossom to my will

And I… forever more shalt feel the red inside

Fall into me, my withered rose… and die

Succumbed to love when love is blind

I too have closed my eyes so many times…

And wept;

And when I wake I find myself through you:

I miss the moonlight phrase of our gait:

“The hand that wrote:

The heart that felt…”

I’m bound to you, condemned inside to wait…

But waiting is the hardest thing to do;

Pace into my desire, sickest of them roses,

Addicted to the owner of a kiss…

Once shalt I taste those poisonous lips

And then accuse myself of being yours.

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DoG. “Addicted.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/dog/poezie/13904472/addicted

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