Under the tree of love,
without my other half.
A cold breeze of curse,
swift past the heart of gaps.
Steady rise of solitariness,
in the soul of a benevolent teen,
Baptized with the water of unhappiness.
The pains are severe for a boy of eighteen.
A lust for the word "love",
The heart aches for the word "cursed".
"I want you back my beloved,"
for my world is so cold and absurd.
Lust
Grtest Writes
Poet's note: Pain, lust
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Poem topics: I love you, lust, tree, water, world, soul, severe, rise, teen, swift, absurd, heart, I miss you, cold, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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