genuine love
from a loved one or
significant other is like
waking up and inhaling
that first breath of fresh air;
it's something we wouldn't want
to be taken, if so
we couldn't live without it;
your artificial love
always felt more bitter than normal
but sometimes,
the real thing comes with a price
and time wasn't something she had
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sour hearts catered by hopeful souls | editing!
Poesiashe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
