The red moon gave us the desire to shine,
being the star that lights up the sea,
I contemplated, drowned in your eyelids,
the beauty of Rome in your hands,
with thorns the ink that wrote our passion resurfaced,
and death tragically gave me your heart.
About the Creator
Abyssalgroove
I am a poetry writer, I talk about many topics in my texts and always with a dark/gothic touch, it is my personal touch and my personal poems, also write songs, i play two guitars and i love art nntmu :)
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