Category : Poems

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I burn.
Dancing and writhing.
I yearn
Loathing I yielded to our meeting.
Unfamiliarity was the jewel;
Who knew we cherished vanity?
Damnation feels right when most alone,
Even there’s beauty in Medusa’s stone.
Longed kisses made up every dream,
Every moment, every second;
They were the best of times
Equivalent to the worse.
I was the pencil kept in your purse
Only used when most convenient,
Yet, promises ensured we’ll never be replaced.
Is this love or heartbreak?