love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Cursed
What's worse?Catching this curse?I've got a disease that no doctor can nurseSee me riding the back of a hearseI reacted adverseThe dreams got perverseAnd I can't reverse this, I'm fully immersed!I'd give it all, I'd empty my purseKnowing I wont get reimbursedKnowing he cannot be coercedSo I pour the thirst into my verseI skirt around, can't converseNo matter how much I do rehearse.What's worse?Catching this curse?Or accepting you are my Universe?
By A. Russell7 years ago in Poets











