Pain Evermore

Michaelpoet

Inflated lies keep me on edge.

Tender in her promise to let me down without justification.

Sweet fragrance mixed with wine talk are enough to keep me ignorant.

If I don't leave soon I might not live to regret it.

  • Author: Michaelpoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2024 01:07
  • Category: Love
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    Devil woman?



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