Here I stand
With my sword In my hand on this battlefield looking at you.
My chest hurts for you
Just with the slight sight of you
We are full of these feelings
Feelings we call our Forbidden love.
I know I shouldn’t have these feelings, but I can’t stand it anymore.
Those demon gold eyes...
That wicked smirk...
That hunger that glows in those gold orbs...
It’s intoxicating.
I can’t fight it much longer
The longing for is to fight
Giving all I have on this battlefield.
There no other way to see you
To show you just how much I need you
The need to fight to keep you.
Your arms...
Yoir long legs...
Your chest...
The closeness...
That wicked smirk...
Those demon eyes...
I can’t breath.
How I feel your soft breath, smell your blood on the ground as you raise your Sword.
Our blades clash
Starting a never ending Rhythm of our dance of death.
It’s the only way for us to be one
The only way to be near you.
The blood flowing to the ground...
Even if it costs me my life,
I know it worth it
I will for all my life — love you.
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Jaymee Leavitt
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I think this is a vary nice poem, could use a little editing though. C: