The future is missing any sun
Ingredients for Ruin
How to kill a heart (a poem; not an actual recipe- or is it? 🤔)
Heart Failure
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
Love Is Always On
Love like his should be criminalized...
Love Like Russian Roulette
His love is like Russian Roulette For all he's had and still not found love yet Under his reign I had many debts The lost and wounded are his favorite pet's Losing you won't give him any regrets He's already forgotten you I bet His love was like Russian Roulette It doesn't matter if they…
Black Star
To dream a life of pleasure, Reside a world of hell. Demands partial reason, Denies existence well. A star so dimly lit, Still reached the darkest soul. And in her heart he bit, Consumed it, left a hole. © Delia Ross. 2010
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