Love Poetry Collections (SEASON 2)

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Potions and Poison

Oh blessed the cure I've got,
Oh dear hopes and empty pleasures and sures,
Like a lullaby lures,
As I'd toast this whiskey-like bottle.

It's like an everyday battle,
It's like an everyday nightmare,
When somebody had a care,
When they pour a glare.

You're a mixture of liquids,
Different but tasty,
Although you're in pain,
So insane and vain.

Did not notice the feelings fornyou
Did just saw mine,
'Cause I look in the mirror,
I am hallucinating deeply.

Perhaps, you were once my remedy,
When I'm so sad,
And gladly, you'd save me,
I am a poison and you're the poison.

'Cause I look in the mirror,
And didn't saw you again...