Call me it again, youve said it before
A lying little cheating whore.
Riding down this path we built,
No passion no feelings, there is but guilt.
Alas the time has come again,
Lovers trapped by my deceit.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI am brand new to poetry and I'm falling in love with expressing my interests so please any sort of feedback would be greatly appreciated and taken seriously
