It's bizarre how he turned the table upside down
and concealed his intentions with branded fraud.
At twilight he deciphered love genuinely.
"I love you baby. I promise, I'll never leave you", he versed dearly.
Who knows the fate will trick me?
So I gave my best shot.
Without any hint that it was never really meant for me alone.
Until someone told me, he clicked "sent to many".
I was shattered when I figured out it was just his candid phonying.
I was a fool back then but now I admire him for it.
He is the apple of all lies.
My most favorite lie.
How 'bout yours?
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The Flyleaf
Poesía"Poetry is the aesthetic translation of the world's dynamism." Here is a collection of poems in random subjects. Enjoy! 💕
