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I Hate Making Titles, It Seems So Passé
can't you see
that you disguise words
of love
into our conversations
you try to disguise it
yes
but
you show your true colors
and I know
I disgust
you
You
hand me
roses
the scent
so intoxicating
it draws me
closer
to you
and
your showing your
undying affections
tp me
but its
to advertise your generosity
to the
world, but you
show nothing but lies to me
the stems from the roses are full of thorns
hidden under the leaves
which prick
my skin
and i bleed
all over them
the pain throbs
much deeper than you realize
as you
make outlandish
promises
that you love me
and that you want me
they are
so full of fluff
that they rise higher than the clouds
and
yet
I believe them!!!
until
my eyes rain down tears
so hard
its raining cats and dogs
and
\yet
you smile that innocent smile
I think you have fooled yourself
Haven't you?
You have not fooled me
I know
that
your lies and promises
will
no longer be secret
I know you love your
damn bragging rights
your arrogance is astounding
enough
to make me gag
on your
sick words
Diabetic to your taste, feed me not
your sweet words
fore' they are deadly
and
I cannot stomach them
Copyright ©
Laura Hew
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