Life is our lover
The mistress in the affair,
Fucking us daily
It’s stripping us bare.
Playing mind games
We jump to its feet,
Feeding us seduction
To keep us sweet.
We bow down
To all the highs & lows,
Give and take
All the laughs & blows.
We can’t end the affair
It’s too addictive,
Because life itself
Is a beautiful sickness.
– K
The Darkest Fairytale 
And yet another. Have you thjpught of publishing these other than your blog. I think your poetry is some of the best I have read. Seriously. Keep it going.
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Aww thank you I have got a self Published book but will be doing a full collection book with them all one day. What ideas are you thinking? Hapoy for any assistance x
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True words for Life.
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Thank you x
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Welcome
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Life can get hard sometimes, and, we’re, tried daily, by these trials of life, and yet, we’re, still breathing, aren’t we???
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Yes we are and thank you xx
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This was beautiful. Loved your finale.
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Thank you x
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You nailed it, my girl. It is almost narcissistic, in a way.
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Thank you xx
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