Here I'll give you a few sentences. None connect. All have their own story but it's up to you to decide what it is.
Our welcome mat is a liar.
I guess this means no cake?
Welcome to the world of me!
You're a lie of your own.
There is a beautiful disaster. Me.
Enter at your own risk
Some sentences just seem to never
Her smile was a lovely lie
His lips were honey and sugar.
I'll never get enough of you.
I'll never have enough of you.
It's till death, not for eternity.
What a beautiful and restless love.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI'll leave random little things here and hopefully something will be interesting to you.
