Love
Is cruel
The way she
Warps truth, forges
Scars in nimble hearts
Moderates intellect
With faithless innuendo
Under her portentous spell
I have worn both the shame of scandal
And the virtue of posthumous savior
Any madness intrinsic in my psyche
She has heightened to such a degree
As to leave me fiercely deranged
Even death would disavow
One such as I’ve become
A stray scavenging
Nostalgia in
Search of a
Dream long
Past
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This is my first ever attempt at an Etheree I got the idea from the supremely talented (if you want to see how it is really done check them out!)
B.G. Bowers and Melanie Blackwell
This submission is for
mindlovemisery 