you define love like the warmth at summer
gentle caresses like the winter breeze
arms as pillows and a tight embrace
but love, our love was just not it
a rope in my neck
hands bound and chained
no, I don't take pleasure in pain
but you do, you little psycho
and I feel something dripping
was is my tears darling?
or is it my sweat and anxiety
maybe my blood and insanity
you offered me a chalice of your
sugarcoated lies
you got me blinded with your
a million-dollar smile
but I should've noticed those eyes
you were a walking red flag
but dyed green on the outside
yes, you shone under the limelights
behind closed doors, you're just a
bastard.
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Untangled and Unrestrained
Poesíainks and phrases that tangles at each other, unrestrained from the chains of literary rules while you bleed the letters, it bled emotions [ wont follow that rules and ettiquette of poetry, you gotta deal this with this barbarian-styled writing of mi...
