Toxic Love

Red was the color of  the flower

Like lava, it was hard to miss.

For eternity one would stare

Til' their eyes sweat from its radiant heat.

Intoxicating beauty would consume one fully

Only if they stared so silly.

Mastering the art of  red

Fingers stung with a single touch but

They wouldn't leave its passion-filled kiss.

It pierces ones heart until it bled

But this red heat would neverlast.

What one might call this burning sensation

Is still left for contemplation.

But it has been named

Something that is unspoken.

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Ah, yes, toxic love.

I decided to hide it deep within this poem, as it is always hidden when it exists.

I hope you understood what I meant.

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~Serene