Liar
Sweetness,
Was I joking?
Doubtful,
I despise each lie,
That escapes your subtle lips,
Don you,
With thorns and roses,
Bittersweet dear,
I am torn apart,
Between two dreams,
Wishes,
None that shall perspire.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2007
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