Love-its stagnant and heavy.
It's something stony dense.
There is no denying love was always there,
but it hasn't always been this intense.
I'm as empty as the page sitting before me.
Fool! I am,
for I believed your charming lies
and your faux interest.
Yes, you're skilled
and I fell for it,
and now I feel
anguish.
Fool! Yes, I am!
COMMENTS
-