ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Like moths gravitate to flames,
Your love sets me on fire.
Like a criminal demanding false claims,
I am the one who can not admire,
What beauty lies beneath your skin,
What mind you have that to me is so akin.
Your love sets me on fire.
Like a criminal demanding false claims,
I am the one who can not admire,
What beauty lies beneath your skin,
What mind you have that to me is so akin.
A short poem I wrote while I was on the train.
Comments2
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
very nice