22 | Nov 05
perfect angel, were you?
bullshit slipped from your mouth
found out the truth,
shrugged off what I sensed
'twas a mistake to trust
I'd rather walk away than be deceived
behind those piled lies,
figuring out what was real
played in the palm of hands,
who had the control, was it really me?
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Moonstruck
PoesíaCopyright © November 2020 by Mystital probably my rant book written in flowery language, all raw from my soul. highest ranking: nov-dec #1 poetry collection out of 21.8k stories #1 poet out of 14.6k stories #1 poem collection out of 6.6k stories #1...
