jaded

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jaded

november20twenty17

emerald eyes of brown, I'd hate to sink into a trap.

is this love? is it guilt? am I constructing a path of my own demise? I can't tell when all I see is this minty mist.

shaded shamrock, colored with deception. I know I owe a great debt to paris, my subconscious seems to be three steps backwards and ahead at the same time.

unequivocally, I can't let myself fall victim to this mossy unparadise. I wish I could be a welcome guest, and not royalty. take these leaves out from my eyes, these ivy vines holding me by my thighs.

emerald's dull, lost all shine. I still feel terrible, fault is mine.

but the last thing I want, the last thing I'd do-

is let my heart fall victim to you.

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