"TRAP"
YOUR MOUTH TASTED OF SWEET PEPPERMINT, I ALWAYS HAD A THING FOR MYSTERIES- YOUR EYES HELD A TON, YOUR SMILE OUTSHINED EVERY STAR IN THE SKY, AND YOUR EMBRACES FELT LIKE THAT IS WHERE I BELONGED. BUT THEN I REALIZED THAT ALONG WITH THAT TASTE OF PEPPERMINT THERE WERE LIES OF BITTER SWEET NOTHINGS, I SOLVED THOSE MYSTERIES IN YOUR EYES- THEY WERE ANYTHING BUT DELIGHTFUL, YOUR SMILE COULD NEVER COMPARE TO THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE SUN, AND WITH YOUR WELCOMING ARMS WAS THE DEVIL TEMPTING ME TO FALL FOR YOUR TRAP.
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Simplistic Complexity
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose for the lost souls who roam the earth, may my words offer you some shelter.
