If his fingers are stitched flowers in hers, then they must unravel.
If his fingers are entwined with a perennial curse, then their love must be ephemeral.
If his fingers on hers are there only for pity, then their love must be a lie.
But if lies are of paper bridges, and if truths are of wicked hearts —
❝ THEY'D RATHER LIVE IN THIS LYING FANTASY. ❞
YOU ARE READING
WICKED HEARTS
Poetry❝ WE ARE ALL THE BAD IN SOMEONE'S STORY. ❞ do not copy. all rights reserved ⓒ 𑁍 blue rose awards | first place in poetry & second place in unknown story
