Tenderly stroking the sleeping snake's head;
Willing with all my fragile hope
that it won't bite once it opens it's eyes.
Alas! How naive,
how wrong was I?!
Blinded by it's beauty
I took a step forward
with a disregard to the dangers I knew it possessed.
Oh,
How I thought in my childish wonder
that adoration will transform
this beast of wrath
to a creature of warmth.
Ergo, cruel were the people
who told me
'love is the answer;'
For what did it do,
but bring me pain and sorrow.
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The Truths of a Liar
Poetry"She is sane, no matter how trapped she feels; if anything at least she is braver in pretense." All the poems I upload are written by me over the course of a few years (and still going). Highest Rank 1st April, 2018 - #61 (Not an April fool's joke �...
