Beauty is only skin deep
Beauty is pain
Time is money
What's the gain?
Is it funny
When I purge
It isn't honey
Would you call me
Do I make sense
Can you feel
Touch
Hear
Taste
Smell
The pain
The sweet acrid that brings me my
Unreachable goal
She is me but better
So close yet so far
What I see is an illusion
What I am is a delusion
This way or the other am I the illusion
Is she the delusion
Disclaimer. I am drunk and I just puked a lot
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Basically Poetry
شِعرWhy base your HAPPINESS On something that is potentially TEMPORARY That is like agreeing to DROWN When you know how to SWIM
