Your voice as sweet as chocolate,
your words as smooth a syrup;
Your lies might just engulf me,
consume me, swallow me up.
Although your sugar-frosted
with a careful cherry on top;
You would think I would've realised,
evidently, I did not.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
