
Tag #poetry
Life of Many Stories

If she ever loses her life, she has died many times before this one. She is not free, boiled like hot water every day heated of exhaustion The gods do not love her, but the world must bow to her…
“It’s the Love For Her”

Feeling crazy Feeling touched Like the breeze of the cold, I feel his warmth yet freezing. His hands feel dead, like the shadows of the dark. His legs between her legs His caresses she feels numb His kisses alive yet…











