An Angry Kind of Love

They had an angry kind of love
That would erupt in passion;
They lived their dream or nightmare, then,
According to that fashion.

The picture looks so innocent:
A moonlit night for lovers —
But words of hatred always beat
What happens under
Covers

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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