Love is like to color
of hate, black. Hot
like the fights we have.
Cold like my stares as I see
through your lies.
Salty like the tears rolling
down my cheek. Smells so
fake like your axe cologne.
My heart looks torn like your old
beat up sneakers. Your touch feels
so slimy it makes me shiver in disgust.
You move like a cobra attacking
its prey, little did I know I was
your prey.
RandomGirl.KL
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beware in the future x
A poem worthy of being read .
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