an afterthought it seems
that love isnt what you describe it to be
of it lust or narcissictic tendencies
to lie to me..anwhile i fall each time
passes in your arms, embraced
by the falsehood of this love
you too, you say
everything i want to hear
out of your lips into my heart
beating slower as i lose faith..
fully capitvated
devastated
alone.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 3:03 AM UTC
an afterthought it seems
that love isnt what you describe it to be
of it lust or narcissictic tendencies
to lie to me..anwhile i fall each time
passes in your arms, embraced
by the falsehood of this love
you too, you say
everything i want to hear
out of your lips into my heart
beating slower as i lose faith..
fully capitvated
devastated
alone.
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