sweet as your lips on mine
fate to yours entwined
your love is all i pine
drunk on sweet red wine
stinging, it misaligned
like wounds soaked in brine
can i ever call you mine
drunk on sour red wine
shall i see the sun shine?
will darkness consign?
heart needs a redesign
drunk on bitter red wine
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the far side | poetry
Poetrydon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
