Posted in One-liners, Poetry

What a weapon loves become.



I am from the shadows of the midnight eclipse. I have emerged from the aching earth as one summer solstice; haunting you; tilting on your heart's lonely rhythms; whispering indulgently, sweet nothings of future delicate trespasses.

2 thoughts on “What a weapon loves become.

  1. I like to think of love as more than an emotion. A friend of mine here on my blog shed some light on the matter and made me realize its an energy that can cross distances and inspire.


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