This poem is about the dark side of me I don’t indulge:
I would enthrall you with words
That fade into thickets green,
Tangle you in grasping vines.
Tease you with hints of heat
then saunter away.
This poem is about the dark side of me I don’t indulge:
I would enthrall you with words
That fade into thickets green,
Tangle you in grasping vines.
Tease you with hints of heat
then saunter away.
I like this poem. Everyone has an ugly part of themselves that stays hidden. This is Lanetta
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