Sincerity

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By _rosie-bae
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Hot tears graze the cheeks to the lips,
As cold water bites the skin numbly;
Colourised in emotions like red tulips,
Wish, the ground would open up humbly.

Sinking down to the dirty floor,
As the air abandons the lungs in pain;
Reflecting the hollow heart now torn,
Is there anything more to lose or gain?

Yet, hope for red tulip blooms to purple,
Wishing love could be interwine loyalty;
Educating lovers to love out of the bubble,
There's more to love when beheld sincerity. 

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