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Zimaya Nightshade Poems
Some say that love, Makes those its slaves. But lovers' hands fit like gloves. And that's the truth about romance.
Darkness is all around me. Darkness is all inside me. Darkness is all I can see. Darkness is all I can be.
I burn hot, hot, ever hotter. Every little thing strengthens me. Burning stronger than the scar of Potter. Nothing is safe from my heat.
I don't see why emotions are needed, Or why some want only the good ones. Without having something bad, Does good even exist anymore?
The cheaters are the problem causes, From all the webs of lies they weave. But if a cheater stops or pauses, They realize the wrongs that nobody believes.
I used to have a very close buddy. We used to do everything together. No matter what happened he stuck by me. He took good care of me, like a brother.
I know not of what I am thinking now, All I am aware of is the fresh pain. Seeing the lines I wonder why and how, People can live only seeking to gain.
I am no longer the Blessed Angel. I am now the Cursed Devil's Child. I awaken at the sound of the bell. My soul is now free and will become wild.
You are the water to my flower. The flame that gives my spark power. I love you with all of my heart. Like a lighter we must have each part,
They say nip us in the bud, So we won't come back. But what they don't know, Is that we are like roses.
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Best Poem of Zimaya Nightshade
Some say that love,
Makes those its slaves.
But lovers' hands fit like gloves.
And that's the truth about romance.