You lead me with your hand,
To the desert,
You said ,"walk, it's a garden."
I walked.
You handed me a glass,
Which smelt of poison,
You said,"drink, it's wine."
I drank.
You took me up,
On the edge of the building,
You said "jump,down is your feather bed."
I jumped.
You kissed my cheeks,
As you kiss dozens,
You said,"believe me,I love you."
I believed.
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Poetry[Highest rating :- #50] "His sweet succulent scent was so deeply sunken in my skin, Like the ink of poems absorbed by the pale paper. " ................................................... A collection of Random self-written poems, Both short and lo...
