Just for a moment, let me stay to smell the roses.
My love is full of spiders, so like a web it’s fully woven.
My walls are up against you, and at some point arms were open.
That’s just how it has to be so no one’s heart gets broken.
It’s not only precious, it’s the worst kind of bliss.
Not only precious, let it die at the wrist.
I’m not only precious, I’m the worst type of bitch.
Not only precious, but such precious is my gift.
The bitch is broke inside, just want to wave to say goodbye.
I loved you to infinity, and even passed the fucking sky.
That’s no surprise.
You burned out like a candle, beautiful but smokeless.
There’s no sunrise.
I can only love you in small doses.
You’re not only precious, you were my hardest tears.
Not only precious, but you were my darkest fears.
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Desmond Razzano
My name is Desmond, and I have a love and passion for writing of all kinds, especially poetry! Most of the content I write about reflects more of my experiences and my pain, and my joy! Every entry or story I post was written by me.
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That was a nice limerick poem!