I wonder why I die every night
While drinking the vicious venom
You mended for me ,
A mix of intimacy and enmity.
Your arms form around my body ,
A snake swirling around my neck
Swearing that his touch is full of love
But my lips in the mirror are becoming blue.
How can I move on
From a love that is anchoring me
To the bottom of the deepest ocean?
How can I let go?
You were a temptation I knew was forbidden
But the excitement enthralled me
So how can I accept turning the page
Knowing you’re not in the new chapter?
About the Creator
Marina Beshara
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