Woke to your honeyed eyes,
So sweet with ambition
With little else inside,
But I saw a light gleam
And I believed.
Woke to your cherry lips,
So plump with pent desire
With a call of another,
But they smiled at me
And I believed.
Woke to poisoned flowers,
So full of life and love
With little warning to small lungs.
Deep breath in
And I believed in nothing more
Than you and me
YOU ARE READING
The Tragedy of Loving You
Thơ caA toxic love felt so great, but love was never meant to cause such pain. *A series of poems
