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A cycle of dreams wrecked in pieces. My precious, my darlingI thought it was meWhom you’re still clinging My fault, my badIt was another manThat I’m all hearing Who gave you flowersAndContinue reading “Blooming for goodbyes”

I meant the romantic type Good morning, my coffeeLet me offer you breakfastOn your bed, then kiss me. I mean, not the sexual kissBut the sensual rather;The dew gives you bliss. LetContinue reading “Breakfast in bed”

I love thee, my queen I plead for your majestyTo heed on my heartAnd accept such formality. My arms outstretchedTo offer my apologyWhich I not covet. Humble me, my queen,For I amContinue reading “Forgiveness is love”