A touch of poison;
A kiss of death.
Your hugs were wreaths
Enclosed with regrets.
Pain.
Is it greater pain,
To have found true love and lost
Or to never have found before?
Baked.
200g of comfort;
3 tablespoons of coincidences;
500ml of laughter;
Whisk until smooth.
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Line union tray with empathy,
Pour in happiness mixture.
Pre-heat oven with self awareness,
Bake at 190 degrees celcius.
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Observe when sincerity rises,
And romance turns golden brown,
Remove with understanding mittens.
Leave to cool with personal space.
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Add a dash of luck
And sprinkles of shimmery joy.
Slice for 2,
Serve warm.
Rewritten.
Them pearly whites got him smitten,
And his lonely chapter got rewritten.
Art.
Killed with that smile,
Please let it last.
Paintings of you,
Made with brushes of lust.
Play with this child,
All night till dusk.
Now close up that mile,
Come into me fast.
Waver.
All you wanted was never ever;
I could be that never never ever.
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She wanted that happily ever;
But I could be the one that wavers never.
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We thought of forever never,
Damn we knew it wasn’t forever ever.
–
Come and be my ever lover,
I promise I’ll never ever.
Blind.
Cash we seek;
Glory we chase,
But man, I’d tell you that’s just surface.
Even with all the success
But our hearts misplaced,
It’ll be real doom
No matter what we taste.
But that’s really just a peek
At the consequence we’ll face.
“We want happiness,”
And that’s all we say.
Look at us now —
Alive but dead.
What do we have now?
“Blindness to kindness,” I’d say.
Try.
Sometimes I feel like I forgot
How to cry.
Sometimes all we need is
Someone to pry.
Sometimes I want to rant till
My mouth runs dry.
Sometimes all we need is
That someone to try.
Dove.
Going double
It spells trouble.
Son of a gun,
They call it fun.
Evil is love
Masked as a dove.
Twisted fate
And undying hate.
Left at the end,
A broken heart to mend.
Old.
Memories are cages
Trapping our souls,
Holding on to our ages
And the people old and bold.
Those that survive,
We’ll be laughing ’til there are tears;
Those that didn’t,
They’ll be part of a past so queer.
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