A poem by Irem Neseli
And my soul got a taste of it–
Heavenly Hell.
You burned,
You hurt,
And even the pain felt
Like a blessing.
I was blinded
By your majestic song,
We were almost perfect.
I didn’t see
How your darkness slowly
Began to wrap my joy.
And all of me suddenly woke up –
When you crossed that line
I closed the door.
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