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The Sun, my dear love,
My sweet Sol, I thank you,
For this marvelous gift
You have given to me.

This present of chasing you,
Is glorious, others would dream of this,
But did it need this catch twenty-two,
Did it need this sickness, this curse?

I am sick - diseased,
Due to your gift my dear,
Blessed to be in your love,
Cursed to be burnt by your rays.

I let my infatuation build oblivion,
I let myself decay in your presence,
I let myself fall, deep down —
Let myself become addicted to abuse.

Please take back this gift,
Please cure me of your curse,
This isn't love, it never was,
This is dependence, this is toxicity.

I let you drain my blood and soul,
While believing you're the light,
The very thing that brings life,
But I was only feeding your vampiric ways.

You were never the bright Sol,
You were the grey, the outlier,
I am the green —was the green
I too, am like you now, a vampire, dead.

Bring me my freedom,
Feed me my sweet future,
I must find the necromancer in his home,
Ask him to bring me back to life.

Just so I can run far away,

Just so I can turn back to green.
- C.c
My soul screams for help,
I wanna tell someone,
but I’m all by myself.
Autumn comes.
The leaves fall and so do I.
It’s dark and cold and all I wanna do is cry.
Leaves are covering the ground,
I can hear the storm with all its sounds.
When spring comes there’s new life in the tree.
But I don’t know if there’s ever a new spring in me.
  -Enna
Heyyy, so please don’t mind, if there are some grammatical mistakes or spelling mistakes in this poem, cause English isn’t my native language but I kinda like writing English poems. Just do not wonder why something isn’t correct or something like that.
Beneath the beauty of the night's grace,  
A moment bloomed in time and space.  
Her eyes, a spark, the world stood still,  
A breath, a pause, a silent thrill.

Her lips, like petals, soft and slow,  
With her tingle cherry gloss, they seemed to glow.  
A scent so sweet, a winter's breeze,  
That danced like whispers through the trees.

The warmth, oh! It spread from skin to soul,  
A quiet fire I couldn't quite control.  
No words were said, none dared to speak,  
Yet hearts conversed in blush and cheek.

The stars leaned in, the moonlight sighed,  
As if the heavens, too, replied.  
And in that kiss, so pure, so true,  
The world was born in shades of you.

— The End —