MIRAGES
The tidings of my heart, lingers
Curls around my thoughts like a cobra
Toxic, scary , monstrous, horrorifying, roger me?
Contained, I smile. Subtle bended curves
How fallacious
The last thing I'll do is to cry
I mean how can I?
When the well is dry.
Call me, profess. Let me pretend I believe you
The word 'to love' how atrocious.
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xoxo, SS
Southern And Style