what eyes perceive,
what words deceive,
what death bestows upon us.
Ungrateful lot,
forgotten not,
but by the ropes that bind us.
Chained by hopes,
trapped in dreams,
and your toxic smile
promising
I'd be happy too
but never coming true.
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC
what eyes perceive,
what words deceive,
what death bestows upon us.
Ungrateful lot,
forgotten not,
but by the ropes that bind us.
Chained by hopes,
trapped in dreams,
and your toxic smile
promising
I'd be happy too
but never coming true.
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