Broken lovers III
My love for him
Left even the sun jealous.
For how could someone
Be full of so much love?
An emotion so pure
Fulfilling.
He was a storm
My body desired.
He left bruises
Where no one could see.
And I craved it even more.
He was the shadows
That danced with the fears
That left us awake at night
Terrified.
He was one of the many devils
That whispered things
That your insecurities already screamed at you.
Yet I yearned for more.
What did the Gods have in mind
When they imagined my destiny.
For how could they let such a beautiful creation
Be so consumed with the works of the devil himself.
- Adeela Ejaz
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