You twisted my words
Like thorns encircling a rose
They were no longer the sweet honey
That had spilled from my lips
But acrid poison designed to destroy
Every good thing about me that people believed.
But make no mistake
The spindly web of lies you've spun
Will one day strangle you as well.
YOU ARE READING
querencia ~ poetry
Poetry"let the moon teach you the art of being a mysterious and beautiful woman" ~ alexandra vasiliu
