A word can be missed
But with a curse
It can forever exist
Sting of memories
Sweet kisses
That is full of poison
A believable promises
Can shred into pieces
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Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poetry"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
18 || Sting Of Truth
A word can be missed
But with a curse
It can forever exist
Sting of memories
Sweet kisses
That is full of poison
A believable promises
Can shred into pieces
