Feeling your heartlines turn to hurt lines
Chilling tingles down your nerve spines
Bitter as cold and sweeter than grape vines
Feelings dance as my heart whines
And we lock eyes
And we tell lies
And we break ties
And love dies
They come in four signs
Wilted tulips
Full to lips
Take a few sips
Of poison you brewed
With judgment so shrewd
To reign death upon everything good
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Cigarettes
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