My Sweet Disease.
My sweet disease,she is but an angel who shows no mercy,her beauty unmatched and perfect in every way.
She draws me near with a single whisper from her lips so sweet.I lose myself in her eyes filled with such a dark passion.Any man would lay down their soul just as I, just to be gifted with her presence.Sinful and lustful,she sweeps me into the darkness,my thoughts no longer my own.
In her open arms,I am finally home.
Rhymer commented on My Sweet Disease.
11-18-2009
11/18/2009
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Lost within myself. | 0 | 02/05/2010 |
| Sinfull Pleasures | 0 | 11/18/2009 |
| My Sweet Disease. | 1 | 11/18/2009 |
| The Sins Of The Flesh. | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
| Death's Golden Ticket, My Last Token. | 1 | 07/20/2009 |
| The Hour Grows Late. | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| My Final Breath. | 1 | 06/11/2009 |
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