September 16, 2008
Forbidden is this affection,
That I hold so fondly for you.
I feel encased in this tomb,
I've been buried alive,
In this heart-shaped casket,
And you hold the only key.
Yet somewhere,
That key sits,
Collecting dust and sediment.
You will surely be the death of me.

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Phoenixx said...
Oct. 1, 2011 at 11:56 pm
I really liked this, and i hope you post more work! I saw that this was your only poem up, and i was just like "awhh" 
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