Like spoiled milk,
Looked edible.
A sip, made me vomit
When you handed me it.
Like your innocent eyes, hide musty feels.
A honey,
Suddenly tasted bitter.
As well, it tasted your mouth
When I tasted all your lies.
Cookies splitted into a glass
of hot milk with a big spoon of honey.
I enjoyed splitting into your ribs,
Your fingertips,
Accepted your musty feels
And lies.
I pretended you had good intention,
Called them white lies.
But I wonder,
Can a white color has black components inside?
No, not a liar.
Just spoiled feels
Fake smiles
Spoiled milk.
YOU ARE READING
Psychopath.
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