Landing on the shore
Which never existed,
Stinks of the moss
growing on the rocks,
The mist abandons you
from the truth.
Your white lies drowns me
into the saline water,
Strangling me
into the depths of falsehood,
Till my numb body turns blue.
You will sail back to your natives,
To dig the soil deep,
Leaving no evidence of your fingers,
Engraving the synonyms of treachery
on the stone.
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The burning rose (Completed)
PoesíaA book of poems Not related to rose. Except one of them. 18 poems which you may or may not relate to. I hope you like it. Pls show some love if you did like them, it would make my day.✌ #thecosmicawards2018
