if only you knew how dangerous I was,
a poisonous cloud infecting everything;
would you still weep for me then?
tears soft
and hands rough
but these touches gentle
they warn you
how I cut-
thorns on a rose,
the tighter you grasp
the more it hurts;
so drop me
except,
you always return.
am I that alluring?
worth all this pain?
if you think so
then stay....
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 3:13 AM UTC
if only you knew how dangerous I was,
a poisonous cloud infecting everything;
would you still weep for me then?
tears soft
and hands rough
but these touches gentle
they warn you
how I cut-
thorns on a rose,
the tighter you grasp
the more it hurts;
so drop me
except,
you always return.
am I that alluring?
worth all this pain?
if you think so
then stay....
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