A Disguise For Poisoned Thorns
Lure me in with lust.
Tear me down in the end.
Don’t be so cliche,
It ruins a sterile heart.
I want no part in your demented world.
The roses you try to win me over with
Are a mere disguise for poisoned thorns.
Your thoughts are artless,
Yet each move you make
Is laced with lethal sin.
Copyright © Darla Appleleaf | Year Posted 2014
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