2016
I was never the kind
To fall for a pretty face.
You disguised your malice with beauty,
And I fell for you all the same.
But innocence fades,
For its roots are not built to last.
It withers and it dies,
Like flowers I've picked in the past.
But paralysed petals
Are not the fault of nature.
It was not winter that froze your heart;
It was your frigid behaviour.
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Cyanide Lakes
Poetry❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
