The mountebank had arrived
Don't believe he came from a long ride
Nor he's from a lonely solitude
Verity is absent in his nasty attitude
Enchanting you with his sweet lies
Leaving you tangled with his ties
Embodiment of the word perilous
Avoid him for he's nefarious
My dear April don't be a fool
Or you'll end up bargaining your soul
Never let limerence get you
Unless you want to keep on singing blues
This is not an epiphany
But an uncovered destiny
Lethal love, a despicable one
Start running while you still can
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Voices Of My Heart
PoesíaWhen my lips got tired of telling lies, I let my pen write the truth. Welcome reader. Let yourself discover the verity.
