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Isaiah Ross Dec 2014
Everyone saw her as a flower,
but I saw the regret in her bubblegum smile.

Aged whiskey seeped through the cracks of her lies
and flooded the Chicago bay.

Didn't anyone warn her?
Eye shadow and pink lips can't alter chronic fatigue.
Isaiah Ross Dec 2014
A slap in the face and a jab at a heart may weigh the same on the Richter scale,

but, honey,

you make treason look so **** enticing
Isaiah Ross Dec 2014
Beep!
Green eyes shimmering across the lake
spark fires in the marshmallow girls.
"Can you put extra cream in this?"

Beep!
Peppermint air so warm,
but the snow can't melt away.
"He seems colder today."

Beep!
The wetlands are drying,
exposing more clay each day.
"We lost him."

— The End —