An apple fell from the heavens the minute I saw you.
Biting into it was like tasting your lips.
The red and green merging together just as we did.
Soon, I choked on the poison as you slipped away from my grip.
Coughing up the piece I bit.
At closer inspection, the apple was rotten the moment it emerged from the infernos of hell.
You were the devil that fell from the sky.
Twisting me around your polished fingers.
Tasting like bitter sin.
I was the snake wrapped in your lies.
Delivering your victims the wicked pain you caused them.
Then you left.
Dragged back into the ground where you rule your own hell.
I, the faithful fool, followed you.
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When the toxic bad guy drags you down to his level. The bar is low, and he surpassed the lowest point.
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Life Beneath The Words At Play
PuisiMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
