decesare.poem

It hits like a poisonous needle, Pricking your skin and entering your soul. You will not even notice for it Does not give you pain but warmth As it sneaks into your system like a fatal virus. Only when it is too overwhelming and enchanting Will one know that they were hit.

What seems so pure and fragile Is dangerous and untouchable It can force you to want to protect it Make you want more and more of it until you are addicted It removes all senses in a person’s body It blinds all logic with its alluring powers Making you vulnerable to it’s after effects

Some believe it is strength Others believe it is hope

They are wrong.

Love is poison.

Grace Miao

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