Love?
What is love?
How does love work?
Is love as magical as people make it up to be?
Or is love something different?
"Love" is extremely related to lies
You could say love and lies hold each other's hands
or you could also say that love is a lie
A honeyed lie to distract you
A lie that slowly drags you into it's den
only to destroy you afterwards.
Shattering everything that you believed in , drowning you in despair.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Nights
Puisi~Layers of precious sin . . . filled with kind lies~ All my poems and thoughts , some of them are filled with hope , and others with despair , showing the two facets of a human being , their optimism and the dread they try to contain. Enjoy!
