Darkness is the culprit that lingers behind
each slice of sweet Nectarine.
I am late.
I’ve been here before.
The other side of love.
The place that dissects the tongues
of former lovers
and turns them into layers.
love on
anger on
love on
hate on
jealousy on
love
on poison liquid every night before we stumble to sleep
with the darkness that caresses our feet
and convinces us that we love ourselves
to much to live on the other side.
I am late.
I’ve been here before
where I could feed you Mercury
while the sun sets on us forever.
I’d caress your feet and pray to the darkness
to take you far away
from my love.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Thought provoking Maggie.
Wow! Accurate.
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Have a wonderful day 🙂
Of course!! Thank you!
Thanks Maggie! Is there a poem you have in mind (I love all of them) or can I just select one? A link to the original will be posted.
You pick