i'm intoxicated by the lies
you gently whisper into my ear
beause they smell like
a bouquet of fresh roses.
but shouldn't i know better?
roses are deciteful and careless
because they don't care if
their thorns cut your wrists
and scar your heart.
they ruin me as much
as you do.
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tragedy
Poetry[a collection of poetry] tragedy (n.) 1) an event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress, such as a serious accident, crime, or natural catastrophe. 2) dealing with a serious or somber theme, typically that of a great person desti...
