Pain Evermore
Inflated lies keep me on edge.
Tender in her promise to let me down without justification.
Sweet fragrance mixed with wine talk are enough to keep me ignorant.
If I don't leave soon I might not live to regret it.
Copyright © Michael Maul | Year Posted 2024
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