People smile when they are happy.
That much is true, and to see
Yours, brings me such joy.
Then why is my smile a decoy?
I swear my happiness is genuine
But all I feel is a spleen
As deep and passionate
As the love I hold, love that I hate.
Pink, white, beige, red
Those lips of yours make me drop dead
Black, brown, blue, green
But those thoughts are, when they should have been.
Today I learned that love is a rose
Beautiful, but still harmful
And now I know that I should close
My heart, before my wounds become lethal.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
People smile when they are happy.
That much is true, and to see
Yours, brings me such joy.
Then why is my smile a decoy?
I swear my happiness is genuine
But all I feel is a spleen
As deep and passionate
As the love I hold, love that I hate.
Pink, white, beige, red
Those lips of yours make me drop dead
Black, brown, blue, green
But those thoughts are, when they should have been.
Today I learned that love is a rose
Beautiful, but still harmful
And now I know that I should close
My heart, before my wounds become lethal.
My first poem! This one (and the two others after it) has been written soon after I was rejected. All three of these poems kind of tell a story, with this one happening right after A Wonderful Pain.
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