I looked at him and I was thirsty- he was drinkable,
Did I ever tell you what he was capable?
He smiled, I melted,
He laughed, I burnt,
His words comforted
And made my stomach churn.
I took a sip of him and he tasted sweet,
It felt uneasily warm but I enjoyed the heat.
But what is he? I wonder,
Potion or poison?
Whichever,
Could I go on?
In the end he proved to me he was never up to no good,
He was toxic from the beginning- stayed off of him I have should.
With my heart now breaking, burning because of him,
I shall leave back into the dim.
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
