ₛₜₐᵣ𝓭ᵤₛₜ { 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 }

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.

Blue eyes,
blonde hair
he looked like
an angel
but he was
from hell.

His lips soft
and gentle
his tongue
rough like
sandpaper.

His words
tasted like
pure honey.
I didn't know
they were
slowly
killing me.

I swear,
they were
poisoned
like his eyes
they were
cold, frozen.

But his smile
so sickeningly
sweet
kept overdosing
me
under the taste of
strawberries.

𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 - 𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙩𝙤𝙣-𝙟𝙤𝙝𝙣
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