Could you tell a lie so cold it freezes the heart that would hear it? Would you lie to me beautifully and warm the tears I've held away for so long. Would you say to me a gorgeous fib and hold my soul as payment. Can't you seduce my senses and hold accountable my mind and judgment. Tell me you're honest with twisted tongue and crossed pointer. Please, say you love me?
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Lackluster writing...bad writer.
Thơ CaConfessional poems. These are how I feel about myself and the things around me. These poems mean a lot to me. I may not be a good writer but I wanted at least anonymously to share them.
