Romantacism Poem by Daniel Bowyer

Romantacism



She is walking down the pleasant path, where even devils dare not pass
They lay away in hidden walls, cause they cannot gaze upon your flaws
Cause they aren't the ones who gave you them, your flavours are a taste of heaven
So she walks the path that leads to me, her heart is honestly just mine

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Daniel Bowyer

Daniel Bowyer

Leytonstone, London
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