Porphyria -The Lover


He told me that he doesn’t love me
So I trapped him in my poems
And forced him to love me.

He said that he won’t talk to me
So I created a drama
And now he talks to me daily.

He shouted that he will leave me
So I imprisoned him in my story
And now he cannot leave me.

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