This one came to me in a vision while being high off caffeine.
Also while watching a Livestream.
Enjoy.
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Love; what an awful actor,
Has she been a liar this whole time?
Luring others with her nectar & flavor,
Oh, a wolf in sheep's clothing type of thing.
Yet still here I stand; quite drunken,
In front of a fairytale made by her,
Her curse only cause more satisfaction,
I fall & fall, my emotions aren't my power.
Love; she curse me & poison me,
It hurts: I admit, though it's addictive,
She despise me yet that's not what I see,
My opinion, people, perhaps she's secretive.
Yes; I agree I'm oblivious,
But how could one deny such feeling?
Such indulgence laced with love of poisonous,
Shall I drown in her fantasy with no healing.
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