The Paper Library

1. the false lover

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While one stares into those ocean eyes of yours, 

they fail to notice the augury, 

that swims in your irises, 

like dark mahogany, malevolent doors.

The euphony of your voice swoons,

the twinkling warmth of your touch, 

burns the skin, through and through, 

like the promises made bathing at noon. 

And soon enough one will realize, 

the poison that coats your tongue, 

and the lies that your throat croaks, 

and soon enough no one will sympathize. 

For your words are tiring, 

your manners wilting, 

yet you love, love, love, 

though futile, fragile, trying.