I love you
Were mere words
Combined to form
A statement of promise.
A promise
Full of hope
Spilling from pail of desire
That fairytale is true.
True to words
All speeches and talks
But actions keep you
Question the truth.
The truth is
I love you
Is a game of chance
To lure a hopeful heart.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
