Your hair smelled of flowers,
Your eyes sparkled like oceans.
Intoxicating to be around,
Horrible to leave.
How pleasant it was to be open with you,
How beautiful your pure soul was.
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Your hair smelled of rot,
Your eyes duller than the gravel.
Toxic to be around,
Relieving to walk away from.
How pleasant it was to laugh in your face,
How ugly your horrid soul was.
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From Where My Heart Aches
PoetryPoems, that's basically it. I love poetry more than I tend to admit, and it's always had a special place in my heart. I write random things, but requests are open if you'd like me to try to put a feeling into words or a story you want told. Some rhy...
