Setyra Craigie


Love is like the ripest peach
dangling from the tallest branch
teasing me to climb to reach so
I can taste the succulent juice buried within.
Asking me to sink my teeth within and bite
and then only then will I desire for it no more.
But then again love can be like the most posionous of snakes
full of hatred and pain.
The minute am in its grasp it bites and I

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