you are an anthology of poems,
your lips a faucet of misery that spouts
nothing but the beautiful deceit i adore so much,
flowery words outlined with painted dreams
eventually, easily, washed away
by the evening tide and the break of day.- poets who lie
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PoetryPerhaps tomorrow, the flowers will begin to bloom for you, too. Wattpad Pick - 4/19/18 (Pocketful of Posey) Featured on TeenFiction (Trending Teen Fiction) Featured on WattpadPoetry (Heart Stains)