Anne Loo Poems

I'm a victim of yours. Ever so darkly falling deeper and deeper in your heart. Your eyes make me go feral, as the world is turning abyss. Your deadly kiss carries me through the layers of your charm, so immoral and abstruse. My misery goes deep into the ground of hell.
That smile of enchantment makes me go abominable. Making me absorb into your galaxy, abrading all the sadness of my existence. Erasing away all my torment, all my sores. The abhorrence is all gone.
Your embrace forces me to feel etiolated. Arms wrapped against my waist, not ever letting go.
At dark, your voice tracks me down to the earth, haunting me close. Circling my mind whispering everything you have said retelling over and over again. Soothing and calming down my insanity, as if it were a hallucination.
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Promises are forgotten.
Memories begin to fade.
Souls begin to incinergrate.
Life begins to aid.
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How can you see into my eyes
with such a blindness of yours?
You say you can touch with gentleness.
Yet you use those hands for more than that.
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