I knew you were trouble from the moment you walked into the room. Skin kissed by the moonlight. Eyes like dark emeralds. Lips red as rubies. You were my kind of trouble.
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Mistakes
“Mistakes were made.” I hate that phrase. It suggests that I regret what I did. I don’t. In fact, I’d do it again.
Muse
My dreams cannot end without the taste of your lips. My world cannot go on without you in it. You are my Sun, and I am Heliocentric. You are the travels, I’ve not yet braved. You are the breaths that I’ve not yet taken. You are my muse.
Kim V. Poetry 