"She had brown eyes and mouth full of pretty lies
And I loved the sound of them rolling off her lips and into my skin
But no matter how many times I knew that she was lying to me
I still waited for her to tell me that she loved me
Because that was my favourite of them all
And she knew it
Cause you could see that I believed her
In the way my smile was brighter
And my eyes glowed
The way my cheeks turned a fairy shade of pink
And you could feel my heart beat faster
But the sad thing is,
She didn't mean it
But I still love her anyways."
-r.b
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
