On Craving the Truth
Poem About Love, Fear, and Truth
By Andria RiveraPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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My love is hot and crimson, bursting inside myself.
Bloody and painful; it stings.
It is dangerous to live with that inside.
For, it isn't possible to care for anyone else, but you and the sweet scent of rose petals in your hair.
I cannot show you how I much yearn for you;
It is incredibly hard to see this fire being drenched by my own hand!
Being masked by unbreakable thick webs and harsh glares.
This is dangerous.
You cannot know how I feel;
If you do, I shall not forgive myself, will not forgive myself, if you shed a tear.
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About the Creator
Andria Rivera
31, Female. Writer based in New York.
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