A False Kind of Love
Like honey, it sticks to me,
numbing my wings,
refusing me the freedom to fly,
or even weakly scatter from you.
This ugly lust resembling love:
it's sticky and sweet,
but there is no
substance
here.
Copyright © Feli Elizab | Year Posted 2015
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