her lips were poison
her words like daggers to my heart
but the poison was addicting
and the daggers, though they were sharp,
made me feel
11/18/17
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a happy kind of blue
Poetryit's a good kind of madness. a happy kind of blue ~~~ {lowercase intended} ~~~ ~cover by birdiehere~ ~highest ranked at #46 in poetry 5/17/18~
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her lips were poison
her words like daggers to my heart
but the poison was addicting
and the daggers, though they were sharp,
made me feel
11/18/17
