You are cigarette smoke
And whispered love
You are empty promises
And scratched arms
You are cut fingers
And dripping blood
You are sweet tears
And bitter smiles
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
You Are
You are cigarette smoke
And whispered love
You are empty promises
And scratched arms
You are cut fingers
And dripping blood
You are sweet tears
And bitter smiles
