The game of love

Lemeni Ana
Nov 6 · 1 min read

I want mad, passionate love
To make me feel alive.
I want the drama
To heal the trauma,
To feel like someone cares
To madly love me dares
Beyond all that is sane,
There’s nothing left to gain.
The game of love we play,
We mold our love from clay.
Keep it safe,
Hide it away.
It’s bad, but it is good;
Forget it all, we should.
A temporary fix,
Some universal bliss.
To cheat death we have learned,
Go past its mortal form.
Our love can heal and mend,
Time and space break and bend.
Our bodies still lay here
But souls are nowhere near;
United far beyond,
In synchronicity, we bond.

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I am a painter. I am my own canvas. Poet, Dreamer, Lifehacker, Traveler 💗

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