mark king Poems

How tender she is
Making hearts whisper
Things of Love.
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A chance second meeting
And I crashed into her.

She dances with wickedness
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He shot his girl
After he found her
In bed with another.
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Smiles leave in the somber colored eve.

Even though it sing its own songs.
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Her beauty is so it creeps into dreams
taking breath night and day.
She disappoints me still,
but I adapt myself to it.
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My love is dancing
On a spoon
With the Devil
Inhaling his breath
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I’ve known Love
Passion and Bless
But now I wait
For its glory
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Sure I reflect on you

From time to time
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Let us begin
Carry our love
Up on high
Safe from all
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