Eyes don't lie but yours did
The feeling of ecstasy was surreal
And so, was the taste of rapture.
Your soul is that of a betrayer's,
Which knows only treachery
Oh, if I can forget the taste of elation,
Why can't I forget the taste of grief?
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Sweet Suffering
PoetryPreviously known as : Tales of a broken heart "It's often difficult to put into words, the tales of a broken heart." A scattered collection of poems, snippets & musings. If you're looking for a meaning within my words, then you're in the wrong plac...
